Lord of the Secret Art! - Chapter 692: type

Space, System, Treasure, Spirit Tools … other protagonists all have golden fingers, Shi Qing: this young grandpa [Xiao Ye] is a golden finger.

It’s just that …he is now a golden finger and even more importantly bound to a host?

And so this host, has a backstory resulting a bloody darkened heart and soul, truly a psychopath!

A psychopath I can endure, but I also have to work together with the psychopath through different worlds, can I endure?

Ancient times, modern times, apocalypse, futuristic….

Traveling throughout the worlds, Shi Qing thinks the host isn’t as bad as he imagined? Strange.

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Jiang Yang traveled to a parallel world and became a garbage undergraduate graduate.

He got married as soon as he graduated, and reached the pinnacle of his life. Then he achieved nothing, his family was poor, and he was unemployed at the beginning. He only had one skill. Just when he was in despair, his wife raised his chin, “I will support you.”

She took off her glasses, and the big devil who once made the singing world tremble came back.

after many years…

Jiang Yang watched Huayu being turned upside down under the ravages of his wife, he had no choice but to spread his hands, blaming only his company for dismissing him.

As for him, he is the only king of entertainment who can subdue the devil.

This book is also known as: [I am a man with BGM] [My wife is a big devil]

【Dog food, daily life, entertainment article】

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Once I’ve become Immortal, then my attempt to conquer the world shall begin.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…