Pokemon: Master of tactics - Chapter 346: Pokemon master of tactics -

The shock! An honest office worker was reborn into the body of a swindler, to think he actually became a man who does this sort of thing…

The feng shui community had always declared Lin Zhushui to be omniscient, but it seems that his only miscalculation was his destined marriage to Zhou Jiayu.

Zhou Jiayu always had a mild nature, his skin was thin and tender, and his bones, brittle and soft. He never expected that what he feared the most after his rebirth wasn’t actually provoking someone’s displeasure.

Zhou Jiayu: Before I was reborn, I had always believed I’d be a devoted socialist successor, but then I became a charlatan and even encountered a big-shot fortune-teller,

Lin Zhushui: Are you happy being with me?

Zhou Jiayu: I’m happy! So happy I could die! But, Boss, if you could just stop thinking about meals with me as a menu item every single day, I’d be even happier.

Lin Zhushui: Not possible.

Zhou Jiayu: …

- Description from Novelupdates

Demons are rampant, the court is corrupt, the human race is declining, demons are rampant, and the world is treacherous and haunted.

Martial arts masters are just more delicious blood food in front of monsters.

There has never been a savior in this world!

My name is Jiang Heng, and I am the one who runs amok!

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This is a story about Gong Lixin who was the young master of an ancient underground palace in the ancient times. He was raised by his master and forced to partake sexual relationships with numerous people to cultivate his Yin Body. His master who has a Yang Body was going to absorb him after he has reach a level to become stronger. MC refused and killed his master also dying at the same time. Then he transmigrated to the modern time and thinking he will enjoy peaceful life, the end of the world arrived.

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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