Rebirth: She Became a Beautiful and Cool Bigshot - Chapter 99 Shen Ci is a Rascal

Young Jiang Tian has a great aptitude, but because of bloodline problems, he turned into a laughing stock and was suppressed!

At the most frustrating moment in life, fate suddenly reversed!

Relying on the mysterious magic weapon left by his mother, Jiang Tian merged with the blood of the savage dragon to rise strongly and crush all geniuses!

However, as he continued to grow, he found that the people and things around him were not that simple, and even the world was full of huge conspiracies and weird secrets!

- Description from MTL

Vergil, a 21-year-old young man, leads an apparently simple life in a somewhat troubled world. His family is also simple—although his father is no longer alive, his mother has always been by his side, despite being a bit... aggressive. But that's not so unusual nowadays, right?Everything changes drastically when Vergil, after an unexpected death, awakens as a demon. To his surprise, he discovers that he has accidentally married beautiful Pure-Blood demonesses.Now, he will discover how the world really works from a Demon's perspective.

This is a story about a Criminal Police Department Captain who had crossed into the world of the Red Mansion and made a name for himself as Sun Shaozong, the famous detective.

The leading role of the story was originally the Jia’s family. However, with this newly passed-through character of the Captain from the modern world, he started a brand new story.

He was not interested in reciting poetry, did not like to get involved in family conflicts, and did not care about the imperial examination. All he was interested in was solving cases. He became famous in officialdom with his ability to solve cases, and interpreted the Red Mansions from the perspective of a real man!

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