Nanomancer Reborn - I've Become A Snow Girl? - Chapter 1218: Talking With Zenotype

The ashes-level player traveled through World of Warcraft and became Jaina’s brother. We are also princes now.

For the sake of the survival of the family, should I discount my sister’s legs first, lest she become a kinslayer in the future?

and many more? How come you have to die first?

Let me see the walkthrough.

Well, first touch the forehead to open the character panel,

Then he picked up his weapon and opened the skull of the orc,

If you drop the equipment, you will earn it. If you don’t have it, you don’t have to be sad. Wash your hands, and then go to the next one…

Okay, no kidding, let’s get serious and start the story again:

Death is a key that opens a new life.

Blake Xiao holds the player template, can fight monsters and upgrade, sit on the occupation system, and make great progress all the way.

Tighten the cloak of the night, hold the shadow as the blade, sharpen the minions with slaughter, and feed the ambition with fear.

From the Kingdom of Storms to Orgrimmar, his wicked deeds are known,

His notoriety is known to everyone from Icecrown to Pandaria.

When the black-clothed emperor emerged from the shadows, the whole world trembled.

This is the story of this man, from Khaz Modan six years in the Dark Portal…

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I, Zhang San, am absolutely a good person!I swear by the eight generations of my ancestors!What!? My ancestral grave just exploded!?

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.