The washed-up magician Zong Jiu transmigrated into a horror, infinite flow novel about a survival show, taking the place of the cannon fodder who died tragically in the first evaluation round. This show was very interesting. Out of the tens of thousands of people, only a hundred people could survive, and the c-position (strongest contender) could even get a universal wish ticket.

If it were someone else, they’d probably be scared to death.

No one expected that Zong Jiu was not only unafraid, but also caused a sensational stir, shamelessly showing off his tricks the whole way.

Once his tricks stopped, and his life could be considered safe and sound, he ended up in a rivalry with the novel’s big villain.

Today you try to get at me, tomorrow I’ll get you back, back and forth, it’s pretty fun, heh.

As a result, though it was just playing around, one time they got carried away and really did end up sleeping together. Watching the nemesis who was pressing him to the ground, Zong Jiu lazily lifted his gaze. “If you want to kill me then kill me, don’t speak nonsense.” Even when at a disadvantage, he showed no trace of fear, and actually continued to provoke him.

That person used his ice-cold finger to trace his ear, and the action heading toward the aorta suddenly stopped.

“What a pity. I’ve changed my mind.”

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He was once very willing to personally give Zong Jiu death. Every day, he used to regret not gouging out his flesh, personally snapping his neck. But after this person fell into his hands, another, more urgent desire grew like weeds.

Compared to winning or losing, he would rather see him crying and panting, with eyes red, begging for mercy.

It is said that Garlan, believed to be the child of destiny, returned to his distant past life in order to break the curse that ensured his death upon reaching adulthood. He valiantly battled his arch-enemy, vied for the throne, and sought to save a kingdom on the brink of destruction. However, he was defeated by his arch-enemy four times. Upon being reborn once more, he felt incapable of defeating his nemesis and was determined to escape, yearning for a life of freedom and happiness.

Yet, in this lifetime, his former arch-enemy became a loyal follower. Pushed by the people around him, he unwittingly embarked on the treacherous and glorious path to the throne, filled with thorns and honor. A millennium later, the song of the “Wise King” still echoed throughout the land.

This story depicts the journey of a reborn youth who, with the support of numerous followers and the protection of his once-enemy-turned-loyal-ally, gradually transformed from a young prince into a wise and noble ruler.

The writing in this text is delicate, with an intriguing and captivating plot that maintains a sense of grandeur. It subtly carries the style of ancient European and Eurasian epic legends, with meticulous descriptions of scenes and emotions, creating vivid imagery. Through the words, one can experience the distinct charm of the fantasy Eurasian era.

Each character in the story possesses distinct traits, and the interactions between the protagonist and his ally are filled with sweetness and charm.

Lin Sui wore cannon fodder in a book of cultivation, and the cannon fodder furnace was full of physique, destined to be inferior. How could Lin Sui be willing, so he seduced the Son of Destiny, and when he cut off his Dao bone and transferred it to himself, he was blown up by the Heavenly Dao.

The Dao bone on his body became a system that restrained him, and issued an order: You must retrieve all his souls, worship him as Lord in every world, bow down for him, and die!

Lin Sui smiled and squinted, but he hated people most in his life to teach him to do things.

Thereupon......

In the first world, he was an arrogant and arrogant young master, and the other party was a poor and lowly bastard.

He humiliated him and gave him only shoes, and spoke love in his ear when the crowd was boiling.

System: Your mother xxxxx [beep-]

Lin Sui innocent: I am not following him as the Lord.

In the second world, he is the new top of the entertainment industry, and the other party is the silent movie emperor after the accident.

While laughing and suppressing him, he said that he deserved to come back, and kissed his scars at night, leaving resources to fly away afterwards.

System: [Beep -——]

Lin Sui Stall Hand: I am not enough to bow down?

In the third world, he is an S-class Alpha, and the other party is a mentally damaged former SSS Alpha.

He said with disdain that waste is also worthy of the battlefield, and when no one was there, he said that since you can't smell the pheromone, then I will do your omega, and I almost died for the other party.

System:......

Lin Sui smiled: Is it enough to die and then die?

Although he was finally hidden by the rich upstart Jinya, appropriated by the Three Golden Shadow Emperors, and completely marked by the Imperial Marshal, he was still happy.

The system wept bitterly: the big brother begged you, never teach you to do things again!

Within the Immortal Realm, there were nine thousand major realms, with three thousand at the top, three thousand in the middle, and three thousand at the bottom, along with countless minor realms.

In Xu Ziqing’s previous life, he was sickly. In this life, he originally thought about passing his days freely amongst the scenery in between the mountains and rivers, but unexpectedly, the year he turned thirteen years old, in just a single morning, his life became a fantasy.

If your body had Spiritual Roots, then you had to set foot on the path to immortality. If you were unwilling to do so, you would become a rock under someone else’s foot. Thus, he could only push forward against the currents trying to push him backward, repeatedly overcoming the obstacles in his way.

Under the Tianzun, all were insects. Xu Ziqing’s life was like dust, but he wanted to hold fast to his sense of self, following his heart to pursue his Path, turning his body into one like a kunpeng’s, quickly advancing, and traveling everywhere underneath the nine skies!

This is the story of a Kantas couple’s successful efforts to lay (steal) eggs:

“… You stole it?” Black’s expression tensed as he cautiously lowered his body, using his wings to conceal the nest more tightly.

“I didn’t steal–” Listening to Black’s question, White’s expression became prouder. He stuffed the large white egg beneath his butt as he replied excitedly, “I laid it!”

Boom– Black seemed to have heard the sound of a string known as rationality snapping in his head.

He finally knew what was more infuriating than a husband leaving home for half a year only to come back with a wife three months pregnant. Which was–

A wife leaving home for a few days to find out that his husband had laid an egg!

The story’s protagonist → Meng Jiuzhao (crying) : I am that egg.