The Sword and The Shadow - Chapter 611 Hug

Shishio stared at the beautiful girl in front of him, and he couldn’t look away. Her waist might be the narrowest waist that he had ever seen, and he was wondering how it felt to hug that waist. Finally, he made up his mind and decided to say hello to her, but suddenly…

[Target has been found!]

«Huh?»

[Welcome to Scumbag System!]

[The more woman you have, the more rewards you will receive!]

[As a starting gift, you have received «Japanese Food Cooking Mastery»!]

[As the first target has been found, you also receive 500 million yen on your back account!]

[The journey has only been started!]

[Work hard, young man!]

«???????»

Shishio frowned and said, «I refuse!» without hesitation, but after a while…

«I refuse!.. I really refuse!.. I really try hard to refuse!.. Sorry, I can’t refuse it…»

Shishio tried really hard, but he couldn’t…

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

“This clover, you can get Xingyuan grass after advanced, which has the effect of gathering spiritual energy.”

“Why is Chinese cabbage so similar to the white jade flower in my memory? Try it out.”

“Is this sunflower the original form of the World Swallowing Flower?!”

“The more I look at this apple, the more similar it is to the Zhu Guo in my memory. Don’t worry, let’s try it out.”

When the spiritual qi recovered, when everyone in the world was practicing martial arts and beating to death for a little cultivation resource, Lin Yi started the road of farming based on the broken memory inheritance in his mind.

- Description from novelbuddy

Chu Huaixu transmigrates into an online game and seizes the opportunity meant for the original protagonist, becoming a direct disciple of the Daoist Sect.His first objective is to draw the sword left behind by the sect’s founder at the peak of the mountain.

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading,I held on without surrender.Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light,I became a knight, resolute and bright.