Reincarnated as an Imperial Prince - Chapter 392: The Convention Begins

Bai Li, an Agricultural Deity from the immortal world, traveled to the Interstellar era where land is scarce and his farming soul is burning. In a world full of were-people who can turn into many different types of animals, he is a rare human who does not have an animal form.

He entered the ‘Virtual Reality Game Design Competition’ and created the farming game ‘Carefree Farmstead’, leading Interstellar people to farm and explore in the game so that they can gradually understand the charm of farming. The game would lead Interstellar People to grow and explore in the game, and let them gradually realize the charm of farming. Farming, food, infrastructure, life ….

Inadvertently, the interstellar people’s real life takes on a new twist.

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As a member of the popular combination, the famous traffic in the entertainment circle, Xiaosu Luosu, girlfriend powder, sister powder, and pro-mother powder all over the entertainment circle, is the only one who has a delicate body and has no acting skills in the north and south of the river.

However, who can think of it from the best idol to the unpopular star that nobody cares about overnight.

However, Luo Su, who was born again, found that Ji Yunshen, a film singer who studied the acting skills, was known as the ‘old play bone’, had a soft spot for him.

The prestigious director’s character is so strange and odd, but he is addicted to him.

The fervent little boy who is very popular is hot on his search.

The paparazzi who mastered the direction of the entertainment circle became his ‘dog leg’.

However, all this is no match –

The film emperor actually became his value powder.

Luo Su: This is impossible, the cold movie king can not be so superficial!

Shadow Emperor: I am actually a face value party.

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It was one thing to have my hands and feet securely tied, but why was my mouth also sealed? I should at least have been ...It was one thing to have my hands and feet securely tied, but why was my mouth also sealed? I should at least have been able to make a noise! Why was I confined in a mental asylum? Why did it seem like everyone was afraid of me? Why... do I feel like laughing?----------------This is a story where Holmes and the Joker wreak havoc on the SCP Foundation. I hope everyone will enjoy it!

America, 1980. No sooner had Xu Yi transmigrated than he was put on the dissection table; then he gradually came to understand the true nature of this world. “Studying medicine can’t exorcise undead demons; I must become an exorcist!” he resolved silently to himself. On a misty, rain-soaked night. “Miss Evil Spirit over there, the night is cold and damp; be careful not to catch a chill! Come over here and warm yourself by the fire!” Xu Yi said, holding a lighter, as the pale gold flame slowly approached the other. The Evil Spirit shrank back, looking at Xu Yi with fear. “Don’t be afraid, I just want to warm you up...” Xu Yi’s face broke into a warm smile, “by setting you on fire!” Ding dong! Ding dong! “Sign-in at the Land of Fear successful, Resurrection Coin awarded!” “Synthesis pathway requirements met, do you wish to combine the following entries?” Psychic + Scholar + Painter = Psychic Painter! Saintly Offspring + Gunfight Technique + Revolver Mastery = Holy Gunslinger! Undead + Revelation + Holy Nation = God!