Before I Died, I Forcibly Kissed The Heroine - Chapter 234: Yu Jiao Longs true strength, I want to sleep in Shengzis arms!

Flatten the Devil's Palace, eradicate the demonic cult, slaughter the demon lairs, sweep through the demon realm, dominate the heavens and earth, control the three realms, be the supreme master of the mysterious sect, master of the Nine Yin, the 17th head of the North Star Sword Sect, the Heavenly Fiend Lone Star, the Supreme Sword Soul, the Supreme Infinite Mysterious Heavenly Wishful Great Sword Patriarch... Also known as Iron Egg, known for the wild history of relentless killing.

He doesn’t know why his mind has been transferred into that of a petty thief named Soran within the VRMMO . The new ‘Soran’ though possesses both the body’s previous occupant’s memories and his own. Using his experience as a Legendary Rogue who had reached the apex known as the Realm of Legends, he will now have to survive in this world which had once been a game to him.

【American Entertainment】【Chinese Reborn in America】【Director’s Text】【Old Driver】【Bulldozer】

A third-rate director in his previous life, he was reborn as a 23-year-old talented director in the United States in the 1990s.

Since then, titles such as the king of the Hollywood box office, the world’s greatest director, the major shareholder of MGM, and the behind-the-scenes boss of Marvel have all been added to him.

And his first movie, he chose Chainsaw…

Well, it’s a story about a modern third-rate director who crossed over to the American entertainment industry to stir up trouble. …

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In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.