Book Of The Dead - Chapter B4C7 - Reams of Gold

On their first wedding anniversary, she almost had a miscarriage after a fall, while Fu Yanshen anxiously carried another woman into the hospital. It was at that moment Mu Chenxi realized she was just a substitute. Four years of tender love had all been a lie. For the sake of her child, she wanted to give him another chance. She waited all night, only for him to stay out until morning, returning with traces of another woman all over him. Her heart turned to ash, and she thrust a divorce agreement into his hands, “Fu Yanshen, let's get a divorce.” That was the moment Fu Yanshen truly panicked.

[No CP + Escaping Famine + Cultivating + Space]Note: Don't compare the novel to reality, this is not a documentary.When she opened her eyes, Gu Changan traveled from the apocalyptic world where she had just awakened her abnormal ability, all the way to ancient times during a famine.Her father was an old fool, not only was he directionally challenged, but he also lacked virtue in all five aspects.Fortunately, her grand mansion became her portable space?Her lightning-based ability was still there?This cheat was a bit overpowered.Her father doted on her like a precious daughter?Gu Changan took out a bag of rice.Old fool father: My daughter is a little fairy.Gu Changan took out a piece of meat and a bag of flour.Old fool father: My daughter is a little fairy.Gu Changan took out a chicken.Old fool father: My daughter is a little fairy.Gu Changan had only one goal: to protect her foolish father, and together they would survive and become divine beings.They wanted to merely survive, yet they ended up walking the path of finding work.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.