The Fox of France - Chapter 145: Special Tactics Training Camp (3)

Transmigrated-into-another-world-three-good-citizen Gu Xizhou, in order to survive, became a demonic cultivator. No matter how bad or evil, he adapted.

But then…but then he transmigrated back.

The returned Gu Xizhou was very angry. The student that offered his body in order to resurrect him had used a formation that was purposed for summoning evil spirits. He, Gu Xizhou, prior to transmigration was a law-abiding citizen that upheld core socialist values, a three good citizen representative. So how come after transmigrating and coming back, he had become a heinous malicious spirit?!

In each and every one of the spirit worlds, the ghosts and spirits originally lived a Heaven is first and I am second kind of happy lifestyle, that is until in the unlimited spirit mission worlds, inexplicably and out of nowhere came a demonic cultivator.

The ghost and spirits: QAQ

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In life, the most important thing is appearance.To compensate for his lack of good looks, he worked hard for years to reach the peak.However, the reality waiting for him at the end was nothing but betrayal and despair.[The system has been activated.][You have obtained the ‘Handsome’ attribute.]On the brink of death, he gets a second chance at life.Now his goal is clear.[Quest Completed]Reward: Talent obtained through the ‘Handsome’ stat.[New Quest]Task: Become more handsome.“I will become handsome.”

In the early days of the virtual reality game, Arena, meleegod was the strongest ranked player! He deleted his character and suddenly left. In order to restore his bankrupt family, he returned to Arena!

“Do you want to create a character?”

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.