Reaper of the Drifting Moon - Chapter 327

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry him, an unexistent and unfavored prince. After ascending the throne, the harem was filled with the daughters of important officials in the court.

Looking at the hurt eyes and feeling upset, it is fortunate that they all feel that they have dirty their own dragon bodies.

He decided to choose a hot-tempered, arrogant, domineering and jealous woman into the palace, and put all these rubbish in the cold palace for him.

Song Yunzhao traveled to ancient times for 14 years, and has been developing obscenely. He just waited for the plot to start, and then turned into an arrogant, domineering, vicious and jealous villain. When he was defeated, he could choose a husband and live happily.

Later, Song Yunzhao looked at the doting Majesty smiling at her and said, “Zhaozhao, come here.”

Song Yunzhao only felt that something was wrong, the soles of his feet felt cold, and the dog emperor had a gentle face and cold eyes, he clearly wanted to use her as a weapon!

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Amid the steam of the industrial revolution, mysteries surge beneath the surface. Cults and secret societies seek the extraordinary in the shadows, while hidden gods gaze upon humanity from the heavens.Forbidden knowledge, sacrificial rituals, and forgotten histories—mystery is everywhere.Dorothy, unexpectedly transported to this increasingly bizarre world, discovers that to survive and move forward, she must adhere to one principle:Knowledge is power.And forbidden knowledge?That’s an even greater power!

Arakawa Kouki is reincarnated to a Japan with a different history than the Japan he knows with the memories of his previous life still intact. Kouki was discouraged, “Aren’t reincarnation stories supposed to be at some fantasy world filled with swords, magic and elves?!”

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.