Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou - Chapter 447: Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou []

Jian Heng, who lives in the United States, only wants to make enough money and return to China to retire happily. Unfortunately, by accident, he becomes a poor rancher!

Fortunately, he has an unknown cheat. From then on, Jian Heng started to run his own small ranch, and at the same time added some private goods, so that the group of American guests who came to the ranch adapted to the self-created Chinese style’ There are forceful living habits.

The new book “Small Peasants in the Great Era” is released, welcome everyone!

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The Imperial Court of Tang Empire became dim and corrupt. The Emperor believed eunuchs. The officials vied with each other for authority. The Tang Empire was about to collapse. The flouring Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism eyed it covetously. The three sects wanted to contend for the domination of the whole world. Which one would win in the end? Or would they coexist peacefully at last? Armies of different nations invaded the frontier on all sides. People and the whole world were in extreme misery. Who could save them?

In a twist of fate, Jun Hao, a ruthless street thug known for his brute strength and sharp instincts, dies at the hand of the boss he served like a slave.

When he thought he would die, he saw a screen flash before his eyes—it was a system and a status window!

[System integrating: Become A Top Idol]

Jun Hao finds himself abruptly transported into the body of Choi Joon-ho, a timid trainee hoping to make it big in the cutthroat world of idols through “Rising Stars,” a highly popular idol survival show. In a world unfamiliar to him, where singing, dancing, and charisma reign supreme, Jun Hao must navigate the treacherous waters of an idol survival show or risk losing the life of his beloved younger sister.

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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…