(Traditional mortal cultivation + no CP heroine + slow heat)

The country girl in the mountains also has lofty ambitions.

We female practitioners should be self-reliant!

This is the story of a local cultivator and the struggle history of a small person.

There is no rebirth, book-traveling, or cheat codes.

What we have is just the unyielding faith and determination!

The leaves of the chess game beside Lanke, and there is no one playing chess among the old trees

Xing caused Tian Yuan’s first son, and then looked back at the vast mountains and seas

When he woke up, Ji Yuan became a half-blind beggar in a dilapidated mountain temple.

A real person has a sword and a magic stick has a mouth, which is the foundation for Ji Yuan to settle down in this terrifying world.

The person standing in front of you is --

Excellent instructor of Kanaz Pokémon Academy

Psychologist of Devon Company

Chief consultant of Team Rocket

True pope of Team Plasma

Life mentor of Daigo Zfuchi

Best friend of Yulongdu

Confidant of Shirona

Chief doctor of Mewtwo

Pokémon Doctor --

Jinghe!

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Keywords: Pokémon, Pokémon, Warm daily life, Pokémon world, Cool article, Bullshit, Psychology, Teacher, Researcher, Doctor

An ordinary young man on earth, Xia Feng, traveled to a world of sword and magic, and took the body of Lucien Evans, another ordinary young man.

Seemingly this was a world of traditional western fantasy, yet he discovered the astonishing similarities between the earth and this world, and between science and the so-called arcane magic…

“Knowledge is power”? Soul, magic, quantum, Theory of Relativity, cognitive world, music and real world……

What was the true nature of that world?

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor.

At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’‽”