Chronicles of Primordial Wars - Chapter 15 – He’s always up to something, just like you

(Rebirth Shuangwen, women disguised as men, one-on-one, both clean and strong)

From a generation of killers to a dude, the cousin of the black heart and white lotus? A beating is enough to be honest, a crush who is not greedy enough? Let’s just pick this one off!

Seeing a group of crazy men and women shouting about their male gods, Qu Yizhao couldn’t help but twitched the corners of his mouth, saying that he, a murderous god, still has little fans? And one of the fans is a joke among the rich and powerful.

*”Master Quan, Lord Zhao provoked that fierce beast from the Bai family!”

“The son of Baili’s family was beaten!”

“Immediately…!”

“No need for Master Quan, Master Zhao even beat up the people of Baili’s family… and even drew his gun and threatened them not to speak out.”

Master Quan was wronged Face: “Daughter-in-law, you’ve finished your work, what are you doing for your husband?”

The hostess: “You? You are responsible for lying down…”

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Upon awakening, Lu Xuan found himself as an ordinary spirit plant cultivator, tending to an acre of land merely scraping by in the realm of cultivation.

Fortunately, he stumbled upon an unexpected revelation: with each maturing spiritual plant, he received additional rewards.

Harvesting a The Firefly Grass yielded a Golden Sword Technique.

From the Blood-Devouring Vine, he obtained a Purification Talisman.

And the Phantom Spring Flower gifted him a prescription for the elusive Luminous Flame Pill.

Henceforth, he contentedly tended to his own spiritual fields, observing the tumultuous tides and shifts in the world of cultivation.

“Duels and clashes, expeditions into secret realms, immortal fortunes, obtaining mystical treasures… None of it concerns me!”

“I simply wish for peace and quiet to tend to my fields.”

When Allen Zhang opened my eyes, he found himself on the free air of the West Coast.He became a city explorer.He started off with no dog, no identity, not even a tent.Fortunately, he gained a daily intelligence system and made many like-minded friends.[Daily Intelligence: At the club on 134 Hopson Street, there are a large number of recyclable cans and clear beverage bottles in the green trash bin in the alley.][Daily Intelligence: In the red trash can on 96 Eito Street, there are unfinished burgers and 7 fresh flowers, as well as an unopened bottle of Pinot Noir red wine.][Daily Intelligence: Your good neighbor Jesse has a scratch-off lottery ticket worth $5000 in their tent!][Daily Intelligence: Mike's junkyard is selling a 1976 GMC camper van that has been parked in the suburbs for twenty years for a low price of $200. Details: At the Old Pick Garage, there is someone who can fix it.]Fxxk!! Life has turned into a ridiculous scavenger game.Allen Zhang decides to start leveling up from the streets of the novice village, striving for a better tomorrow.