There must be something wrong with me - Chapter 8 - 7: Ferocious Beast Elementary School Student

A professional gamer dies unexpectedly during an E-Sports tournament and is sent to Valhalla, a heaven reserved for only the greatest of warriors.

The most successful businessman of his time, who started from being a homeless orphan, died indignantly because of being plotted against by his most trusted aid, his own brother.

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Xiao Yunyi, who was born with a golden spoon in the 21st century, traveled through the space with her golden finger due to a plane crash, and when she woke up, she became Zhan Yunyi, the second daughter-in-law of Huaiyang Houfu of Longteng Kingdom, an overhead world.

Because three years ago, my father took his younger brother out to run errands. On the way back to the house, he lost his seven-year-old son-in-law because of nosy business, and the husband and wife became strangers since then.

The mother was exhausted, and at the end of her life, she tried her best to arrange a way back for her daughter.

Auntie Dafang and the mother and daughter not only need to calculate her already engaged fiance, but also want to work with Auntie Erfang to calculate her mother’s dowry. It’s really ‘tolerable or unbearable’ since you all want it, let you get your wish. .

But slowly found that things are not so simple, see how Yunyi finds his lost brother in this overhead world, cultivates a dragon and a phoenix in an adult, and helps the original owner and mother to avenge the hatred.

Behind him, Prince Rui, known as the iron-blooded cold-faced god ‘The King of War’ in the legend, silently protects him and sees how Yunyi lives in this life.

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(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…