The Art of Chaotic Divinity - Chapter 803: Three Thousand Great Daos

The rich and famous people in Lintian Private Highschool were always gathered together, and Yu Xing, who has always been careful, was miserably tricked.

A group of rich classmates wrote a love letter to Sheng Yi in her name.

Rumor has it that this senior was surly and frivolous; he was a mountain biker, a fierce fighter, and the most ruthless person. He was also unpredictable; he would smile with a pair of peach blossom eyes, but whoever messed with him suffered greatly.

From then on, she had to stay cautious.

Then one day, Yu Xing was in trouble and hid in someone else’s place, and she ran into a strange boy.

He squatted in front of her and stared at the corner of her mouth, and told her with great interest, “You give me a kiss and I’ll help you get back, how about it?”

Yu Xing gave a perfunctory smile. “I’m sorry, I already have someone I like.”

Afraid that he wouldn’t believe her, she said emotionally, “He is the one who is the most powerful in Lintian Private Highschool. Our senior Sheng Yi is handsome and temperamental. I will live and die for him, and go to heaven and earth for his whole life!”

The words just fell out of her mouth.

The handsome teenager licked his lips and smiled–

“Is that so?” The pair of peach blossom eyes were very attractive. “What a coincidence. I am Sheng Yi.”

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I see the Milky Way, vast and boundless for a hundred thousand miles, but you are my only star.

*Exaggerated and fluffy, read this for personal enjoyment. Please do not look for depth or rich philosophical ideas about life, there are none here 🙂

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An era where every person in the world can see ghosts.Only I cannot see ghosts.

What’s worse than finding out you’re that Louis XIV when you’re a baby?

Of course there is, for example, it’s still a magic version.

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The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.