Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army! - Chapter 24

Qin Yun, fallen crown prince of Qin Empire. Inherits the martial legacy of nine sun world. The superb martial legacy in his arsenal, insane inscription techniques in his fingertips, surrounded by enemies and beauties abound. But Qin Yun is not satisfied, he wants to go beyond the nine suns into the great astral infinity, to become a GOD.

At the beginning of the game, there is a small broken boat, and the whole family lives on the boat, which is leaking from wind and rain.

Huo Xi didn’t panic at all, rowed the small broken boat vigorously and started to make a fortune. If you don’t pay attention, you will become a rich man in the south of the Yangtze River.

It’s time to return to Beijing to take revenge and regain your identity. Take mine and return it! Eat mine and spit it out!

A black-bellied person: It’s lonely alone, why don’t you take me with you?

Huo Xixing’s eyes widened: Hurry up and hand over Xie Jin and leave! Don’t delay my sacking.

A black-bellied person: I won’t leave. How dare you play tricks on the grace of saving your life? Since then, you should promise each other with your body, be like a cow or a horse, and let yourself be driven.

Huo Xi: Huh? Set sacks together?

A black belly: go!

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Liang Wen transmigrated into an entertainment article, and the original owner was a mentally handicapped female supporting role who was blind and blind. Not only did he lose his marriage with the film emperor Ying Shunchen, but he was also brainwashed by the heroine of the white lotus, not to mention that he voluntarily handed over his qualifications for graduation performances.

When Liang Wen arrived, her hidden husband Ying Shunchen happened to return to China.
Airport. She was deformed by fans, and the envelope she was holding in her hand was dragged away.
Ying Shunchen said loudly, “I prefer handwritten letters to those of you who spend money on gifts for me.”
Liang Wen’s hands were frozen in the air: that…that’s not a letter, it’s a divorce agreement.

This has not been explained clearly, the next day Liang Wen was forced to stand at the entrance of the dance academy with a support light sign.
Ying Shunchen, who came to give the lecture, rolled down the car window and found his little wife holding a light sign.
The big words above are impressive: Husband, I want to give birth to a monkey for you.

Now I can’t explain anything.

small theater:
At the dance forest meeting, she accidentally joined forces with Ying Shunchen, just as she turned around and twisted her graceful body, with a hook of her finger, someone directly kissed her.
Liang Wen blushed: …Mr. Ying, please show your professionalism.
Ying Shunchen: Retired. Your husband doesn’t have that quality.
Liang Wen:? ? ? Bought from the best actor trophy at home?

One-sentence copywriting: Immortals dance, suck online…Darling!

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The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.