My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem - Chapter 1650

Transmigrating into a poor and mistreated young lady's body, what will the craziest alchemist of the seven realms now do?

Everyone in the capital courtyard knows that Si Moyan is not close to women. He was criticized when he was a child.

He was going to die alone. But suddenly one day, Si Moyan not only brought back a woman, but also slept people.

This sleep was terrible. After that, he completely became a favorite wife crazy devil.

“Si Moyan, I want the land in the center of a.”

“I‘ll transfer it to your name tomorrow.”

“Si Moyan, I want the plane.”

“wife, the plane has stopped in the backyard.”

“Si Moyan, I want the moon in the sky.”

“no problem, my husband will take you to heaven and pick the moon.”

Gu qiaoyue said that the greatest gift God gave her was not rebirth, but this man.

After struggling in the apocalypse for ten years, Yao Ran died and returned to the three months before everything began. She returns with hatred and thirsts for revenge, intent on making those who owe her pay with their lives.With her grandfather's inheritance, Yao Ran sold everything and frantically hoarded weapons, medicine, food, and supplies. She sharpened her sword, stockpiled up supplies, settled scores with scoundrels and villains, and repaid them with both enmity and kindness.When disaster strikes, she begins her revenge, facing a dangerous world, and is determined to outlast her previous life.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.