Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 162:

“Uncle Morgan... it's you!” Chloe Leung initially wanted to flirt with her crush but ended up flirting with the poker-faced uncle who had raised her for ten years, leaving her dumbfounded. Her first reaction... run!Helplessly, she could escape the monk, but not the temple, and she was caught before even leaving the house, “Did you think you could run after doing something bad?”Chloe Leung cried with a mournful face, “Then... what do you want to do?”The man smiled meaningfully, “Let's see how you behave!”

After reincarnating as Zhou Xuanji, the prince of an empire, he thought that he would be able to live a worry-free life of luxury. He did not expect to be involved in a rivalry with the Empress herself, who forced him to escape from the palace.

“Legend had it that in the deepest part of the oldest galaxy, there was a door as red as blood and fire.

Legends and myths, darkness and light, countless stories passed through this old door.

The Door of Constellation that overlooked everything would warn the sky and earth, sending darkness back to where it belonged.”

After the State Preceptor was struck by lightning for her careless words, she transmigrated to the world two thousand years later. Penniless, the State Preceptor begins telling fortunes to earn money:Netizen: “I've been having constant bad luck lately, what's going on?”Shen Zhiyao: “Your son is using a Curse Technique on you.”Netizen: “Why are my clothes missing every morning when I wake up?”Shen Zhiyao: “Your dad is streaking in the underworld! And you still expect to wear clothes?”Netizen: “What's the deal with my roommate who sits at the head of my bed every morning as soon as she wakes up?”Shen Zhiyao: “Because she's always dreaming of her lover! She's in heat!”Child of Destiny: “Streamer, I just went to climb a mountain and ended up with crippled legs, what should I do?”Shen Zhiyao: “It's because you were so vile as to piss on someone's grave.”Afterwards, Shen Zhiyao stormed into the entertainment industry with her fortune-telling.Those who had once framed her now knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, begging Shen Zhiyao: “Grand Ancestress, I'm begging you, please tell my fortune!”“Hmm... It depends on my mood!”