A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees - Chapter 1011: Mudong Festival and the Mechanical Titan

A filthy, idiotic, hypocritical alcoholic degenerate, known to most as Ricky Freeman, died in a tragic car accident when his lower half was crushed by a drunk driver. Coughing out a bloody mourning for his balls, Ricky finally dies only to wake up in his next life. Reincarnated in the 1920s as a orphaned kid, how will he live in a universe filled to it's brim with cosmic beings-*DING*'Huh?'[Congratulations Host for receiving the Impregnation System]

The most beautiful woman in Jinggang, Hua Nong, spent the night with the legal circle tycoon Lu Jing'an, and upon waking up, tossed him a piece of steel coin.The next day, Hua Nong pleaded in front of Lu Jing'an, and the man smirked coolly: “Mr. Lu is just a beast in clothes, worth only one yuan?”Hua Nong smiled on the surface but cursed inside: “Young Master Lu may not know, in certain moments, 'beast in clothes' is a compliment.”“For example?” Lu Jing'an's tone was cool.“In bed,” Hua Nong tried to explain further....In the second year of Hua Nong's marriage to Lu Jing'an, their married life was sweet and became a model couple in Jinggang, until... Lu Jing'an's ex-girlfriend returned...Hua Nong drowned her sorrows in alcohol and posted a Weibo: [Single, lonely, waiting for love...]

[Group Pet + Koi + Prediction + Boss + Vest + Food]

The scientific research boss travels through the farmhouse, and the sick child becomes a three-year-old fan who spits milk. Comes with a koi physique, full-level genius doctor skills, and proficient in growing delicious food…

Wait, when did I have an extra predictive skill? The misfortune of the father, mother and elder brother is easily resolved by the milk dumpling, and the unlucky physique of the fairy brother is cured without medicine, and Xinbao only wants to eat, drink, play and be a rice worm in this life…

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For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”