Necromancer: I Am A Disaster - Chapter 659: Your Age Is Truly Tragic

Lin Xiao ate a dragon on his 16th birthday. After that, his cultivation level skyrocketed and his blood could revive the dying.“Stinky beggar, want to sleep with the number one beauty of Jinling?”“Stinky beggar, are you deaf? Didn't you hear me talking to you?”“You're the beggar!” Lin Xiao snapped back to his senses.“Hah! Look at your outfit. If you're not a beggar, what are you?”

When a gas tank exploded, Jian Qingqing transmigrated into the body of a little girl who had just died of starvation. Looking at the skinny, starving family living in a worn-down house that did little to shield them from the rainstorm outside, Jian Qingqing felt that she would soon die again. But she hadn’t expected her kitchen to follow her through time. Looking at the abundance of supplies in it, Jian Qingqing’s eyes lit up. Great! She wasn’t going to die this time!

Using the supplies in the kitchen, Jian Qingqing led her family as they opened up the land for farming and building houses. Unexpectedly, the high-yield grains led the entire country out of poverty. Everyone praised Miss Jian as a God that had descended to earth! She developed a method to process coarse salt into fine salt so that people could eat it with ease. The Emperor’s face was filled with tears as he said, “Miss Jian is really my lucky star!”

In the end, the whole world was unified and shouted, “All of this is due to Miss Jian’s hard work!”

Jian Qingqing said, “I just like to grow crops. I didn’t do anything!”

After her success, Jian Qingqing planned to find a nice, obedient husband to bring home. But what was up with the legendary prince who was ruthless, indifferent, and could stop children from crying? Why was he always appearing beside her?

Ming Zhiyan said, “I’m nice and obedient. Why don’t you marry me, Qingqing?”

Looking at the man who was clearly a wolf pretending to be an obedient dog, Jian Qingqing fell into deep thought.

In a world of endless star fields and interdimensional wars, the wizards' floating city conquered one world after another.At the wizard academy, through blood-stained exams, the towering wizard tower sent wizards batch after batch.Becoming an apprentice wizard, Richard activated the miracle furnace deep within his soul, where constant refining of materials granted him knowledge and skills...The veteran's weapon could be refined into legendary martial arts techniques.The ancient wizard's encrypted notes could be refined into lost knowledge.The remains of brutal monsters could be refined into monster bloodlines.In this era of great voyages in the wizarding world, Richard was destined to become a leader of his time.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.