MTL - The Record of Unusual Creatures - Chapter 1722 Frost Snow City

Dreaming back to the Tang Dynasty, being an ordinary person, greedy for money, lustful, debauched and free.

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Emperor Hegemony, Emperor Might, Saint Sage, Supreme Realm cultivators too! A youth who was determined to become a peerless powerhouse had his dantian destroyed due to an accident. Was that a disappointment, or a desire to become stronger? The youth, Ling Xiao, had unintentionally obtained a cauldron, a sword, and watched as Ling Xiao completed the legends that no one had broken since ancient times. He had done everything he could to surpass the heavens and reach the supreme peak! Holy Emperor's fans 423840230!

He just became the newly-crowned movie emperor when he died a tragic (actually, very stupid) death. On his way to cross the NaiHe bridge, he managed to evade Meng Po and not drink her soup. Thus keeping the memories of the life that he just had.

But he would never have imagined that he would be reincarnated hundreds of thousands of years later. In the Interstellar era! If it happened to other guys, they would definitely want to be a mecha warrior. Don’t most men dream of that at least once in their life? But sadly, that’s not for him.

There’s only one goal in his mind – to be the number one star in the Interstellar era.

With the knowledge and skills he got from his past life, he would definitely achieve it.

But who was this annoying person who kept on pestering him?

A certain prince smiled in a scary and crazy way: Cook food for me or else die.

= a few months later =

A certain prince leaned over and moved his face closer: I don’t need food, I could just eat you.

A bad tempered yandere gong X a reincarnated movie emperor shou

*NaiHe bridge – a bridge that souls crossed to enter reincarnation

**Meng Po – the lady on the Naihe bridge who gives out soup that lets the souls forget their memories, thus entering the cycle of reincarnation in a clean slate.

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?