Rosie's Games - Chapter 478: Military Seals!

When he woke up, Zhou Sui became a low-level Qi refiner in the world of immortality. Fortunately, he obtained the most precious Gu god bowl, which can refine various Gu insects.

Refining the Spring and Autumn Gu can prolong life and make you immortal.

The refining golden cicada Gu can give birth to dead people, flesh and white bones.

Refining the Dragon Elephant Gu to gain the power of the Dragon Elephant, the body of the Dragon Elephant, and the indestructibility of the King Kong

But the Gu he refined for the first time was the Infatuation Gu.

From then on, he discovered a bright road to cultivation.

The years change, the mountains and rivers change, but I am the eternal Zhou family.

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It is the turn of the century and humanity has ignorantly stepped into the starry space to lay themselves bare under the eyes of gods. The young man Luo Nan bears the sins of his forefathers. He walks out of a laboratory and is seen holding burning notes up high, his feet treading on the bones of gods. A myriad of living beings are formatted in writing. Universes are added and deleted in the star records.

Reborn into a failing noble family, Liu Xingchang awakens in a weakened teenage body, surrounded by humiliation and betrayal. Once the revered Sword God of the Northern Polar Heaven Domain, he now faces ridicule from his former lover, Yu Qiuer, who has abandoned him for a rival, and scorn from the very man daring to tread on his legacy.Though his power has diminished to a mere third-grade cultivation, Liu’s indomitable spirit drives him to reclaim his path to supremacy. When he fatally strikes his foe amidst the disbelieving crowd, even the noble Princess Qingyuan is drawn to this fallen “”coward’s”” defiant strength.Can Liu Xingchang resurrect his family’s honor, ascend to the Divine Realm, and turn the tables on those who scorned him?

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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