Wraithwood Botanist - Chapter 139 - Collecting Souls

He was the cold-blooded prince of the Jin country. Decisive and smart, he had looked down on the world with apathy and disdain.

She was his Wang fei, a person who had saved him in the past, but even he wouldn’t look at her.

When the fire raged and death claimed her, it was only then that she realized her existence was nothing but a joke from the beginning.

She opened her eyes once more after spending two years as a roaming, vengeful ghost. In this lifetime, Ye Zhen promises that she will be a different person. With a slight smile, she will ruthlessly trample on those who had schemed against her and lied until her demise!

Most importantly, she would let him experience the pain of an unrequited love; the bitterness of seeking something you cannot obtain!

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“Your Majesty, the pirates are coming!” said a soldier in panic.

“Don’t worry, let the ninja assassinate the tactical troops to solve them.” Pulkit smiled.

“Your Majesty, the naval fleet came over, the leader is the three Admirals!” Another soldier panicked.

“Three Admirals? Let the Kenpachi Zaraki team handle that.” Pulkit smiled.

“Your Majesty, the Four Emperors came to attack!” Another soldier panicked.

“Don’t mess, go and call the dragon!” Pulkit smiled.

“Your Majesty, the revolutionary army united with the world government and the world’s pirates all over!”

Another soldier was alarmed. Pulkit wears the Pluto God clothes, pick up the sword around, his eyes turned into Rinnegan, stood up and sneered, “just right, today they will be wiped out.”

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Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.