Not-So an Extra - Chapter 9 : Memories [1]

In this world, being a farmer is a noble profession.

To obtain the Zhang Xiaofan super ability, have no matter all sorts of grass, raise flower, you ‘ll became one big guy unconsciously.

At a dying grass, give it 60 points of life, and will live.

Villain holding a 100 years of Lingcao in front of Zhang Xiaofan show off in an ostentatious manner, conveniently give it a year. As a result of the tragedy, it degenerates into a ten rank grass, the villain be crying faint in the toilet.

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After being fired, Lu Qingjiu finally decided to return to his hometown to farm.

At first, he started raising a pig, and then he found that the pig could solve more high-level math questions than he could.

After that, he started raising a flock of chickens, and then he found that his own fighting ability was one-tenth of that of a single chicken.

Finally, Lu Qingjiu finally realised that this old home wasn’t quite right… Especially a certain person by his side who constantly stared at him day in and day out.

Lu Qingjiu: “Are you drooling because of the spicy stir-fry I’m holding or because of me?”

Bai Yuehu pointed at the stir-fry.

Lu Qingjiu: “Then can you let go??”

Bai Yuehu reluctantly glanced at Lu Qingjiu’s arm, before loosening his teeth.

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When she inexplicably came into this world, the novel’s supporting male lead had yet to become the future boss of the underworld who could overturn the heavens. For now, the supporting male lead is only a frail young boy, a defenseless little chick in a world where the plot of the novel remains unfinished. Meanwhile, Lin Xin became the standard passerby who only wished to stay away from the budding plot.

What sort of supernatural event is this? Transmigration Deity, come out!

I promise I won’t beat you to death…

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I have been summoned to a game world, a world of swords and magic. Or at least that's what my friend said.I couldn't care less about that.But apparently, I can create whatever eldritch creatures I want, even the ones from urban legends and creepypastas.So what if the people don't like my babies? Screw them.This is the story of how I accidentally became the last boss of the world.