Cultivation Begins with Skill Points - Chapter 160: Lin Family Mother and Daughter

This novel is also known as Farming And Learning Martial Arts To Bring Peace

The world is difficult and dangerous. Chi Qiaosong’s family has only three acres of thin fields, but he allowed him to grow a splendid world.

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Two? Two new stories, Bai Yuhan worked hard to conceive, please watch.

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Lu Yanzhou’s best friend Xie Chengze’s soul was broken into fragments and fell into those small worlds. In order to save Xie Chengze, Lan Yanzhou embarked on the journey to collect Xie Chengze’s soul fragments.

However, he made a mistake in the process of collecting his soul fragments. He fell in love with Xie Chengze’s soul fragments.

Xie Chengze said he cultivated the ruthless dao. He was cold hearted and emotionless but he has always regarded him as a brother. He took advantage of when the other party lost his memories to fall in love with him…

The end of the first world, Lu Yanzhou, who was in love with Xie Chengze, was struggling: “When Xie Chengze recovers his memories, will he beat me up?”

After the end of the second world, Lu Yanzhou, who had another romantic relationship with Xie Chengze, made up his mind: “There’s absolutely no next time! Xie Chengze probably won’t break off all relationships with me?”

The end of the third world, Lu Yanzhou was apprehensive: “I’m here to save him..”

The Nth world ended, Lu Yanzhou broke the jar and threw it: “Wait until Xie Chengze recovers, I’ll go after him. There might be a 1% success rate, right?

Xie Chengze: “…” I took the initiative so much, are you blind?

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I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.

I was forced to live in captivity for the rest of my life because I happened to be aware of the fact that I was a saint. I was truly a ‘real’ saint, but that didn’t matter, because there was already a designated saint in the temple.

When I died from all the abuse I endured, I was sent back to a time before all those previous events in my life had happened. After 15 regressions, I was exhausted. I prayed, “I don’t want anything to do with this, so please just let me die,”

And at that moment when I could finally be able to die, someone said, “How about being my daughter?”

…. That monstrous duke had adopted me.