Remarried Empress - Chapter 463

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Mu Jin, who has the appearance of a beautiful country and a city, has returned to the mansion, and everyone in the backyard of the fourth master is all staring at him: Here, the one who competes for favor is here!

Mu Jin is very hard-working, what are you fighting for? What a delay in farming! She didn’t want to come back, Fu Jin was deep in thought, Li Fang Fujin was aggressive, Song Gege was a smiling tiger, Geng Gege was a fake naive, she was beautiful but had a low status, no backers, and black eyes! I want to cry, I want to go back to Zhuangzi to farm!

Everyone is angry: It’s strange to believe you! You are a scheming girl, how long has it been since you came back? How many times have you ‘ran into’ with your grandfather?

Mu Jin:  …

It’s really a chance encounter! What can she do? She is also very desperate!

Fourth Master: There can be more such encounters! When I meet her, I just want to pamper her, pamper her, and give her the best of everything.

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When not THE Apocalypse strikes, but all of them together, where will you be? What will you do?

As Humanity faces its hardest time a playful god shows mercy(?)

Follow Seth on his journey to somehow survive in whatever has become of his world.

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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.