Reborn as a Hatrack in the Mystical Land - Chapter 592 - 49: The Rising Duke Mansion

The new book “I'm Really the Clan Leader” has been released. Please give your recommendations to the new book!I am the introduction divider......There is no real cruelty or tyranny between races, all that exists is the survival and proliferation of a tribe.An unfamiliar soul, holding a treasure of a heaven and earth, descends onto these desolate wilds, becoming the leader of a small tribe, leading the tribe to dominate a region, from being weak to becoming strong, begins a long journey of conquest.

After Li Mu entered the beautiful new company
There is only one goal: to get rid of the single
As a flirt girl
Miss Li never thought that she would put her mortal enemy to bed…
It is a kind of story:
NO.1——The mortal enemy meets Ji’s love again and burns.
NO.2 – If you can’t fight back by force, you will be attacked.
NO.3——Love daily life with big long legs and small short legs.
Tips for jumping into the pit:
1. The main and deputy cp dual emotional lines, attack each other, pure sweet text pure sweet text! 1V1, HE.
Content tags: sweet text workplace urban love
Search keywords: Protagonist: Li Mu, Ai Xi ┃ Supporting roles: Mo Ran, Fang Xihan, Hu Xiaowan ┃ Others: Cohabitation daily, office, relaxed

- Description from novelbuddy

A failed investor from 2017 got drunk and woke up in the 1980s. China is just opening up, and the economy is blooming. There is also the dissolution of the Soviet Union, the bursting of the Dot-com bubble and other financial crisis. He used his knowledge of the future and slowly build up his empire.

- Description from novelupdates

I smile. I know I smile. I just don't know when.“Entropy?” After all, the blood in my veins dried up decades ago, only dust remains.“Ephemera?” My begging longingness—all of my dreams, devoured by void. Left is but an empty shell—hollow inside.“Life?” Paradox.“Death?” Cold, but equal for all. Just like the blood in my heart's arteries and veins— frozen—time immemorial.“Universe?” Its fabric—time and space, wrapped around like some illusion, a grand simulation—just like that dream...faint, but there.“Dream?” I couldn't tell...very...disorderly like chaos, like silhouette in the mist, hard to capture, it's memory very faint.“Home?”“Home?”“Are you there?”...***Reality fiction.