"Well, just make do with it..."

Feng Ling was reborn in an old body in the Ghost Continent. This old man was very powerful in his lifetime, but Feng Ling was in tears. Fortunately, he had the art of splitting himself into two bodies... It doesn't matter if he is old or sarcastic!

"Ningshuang, wait for me! Yuqing, follow me!"

A white skirt fluttered in the distance as an elderly man kicked away the bruised and battered pretty boy and walked away calmly. A woman in green lingered to finish off the opponent, winking and saying, "Young man, don't look down on the elderly!"

PS: A general's success is built on the sacrifice of countless lives; in the end, everything seems like a dream. Immortals and demons, who is right and who is wrong? I have no intention of killing anyone, but the human heart is treacherous, even more sinister than demons and monsters. All living beings suffer, and it is up to me to save the world...

(Written in detail in the early stage, calmly farming; written briefly in the later stage, stirring up the storm)

"Are you really little dragon girl?"

Fang Qiye looked at the beautiful girl in front of him who was wearing a black trench coat, a high ponytail, a long sword on her back, a revolver in each hand, and a small skeleton carrying an ax behind her. He swallowed and asked in a low voice:

"That little dragon girl from the Tomb Sect?"

The girl nodded with a serious face:

"Yes, I am that little dragon girl."

As she said that, the girl raised her hand and fired a shot, hitting the head of a howling zombie that rushed towards her...

…

Team up with Xiao Longnu and explore infinite reincarnations!

What? The official team must have at least three people? So next, who should we recruit?

The princess was captured by the devil

It's such a frustrating situation

Fortunately, the brave arrived in time, and he undertook the important task of rescuing the princess from the hands of the devil

…………

It's just that the actual situation is a little different from the imagination?

A car, a gun, and as a police officer, I staged an American-style idai on the West Coast.

Capture my informant and beat up my little brother. Are you so cruel?

Have you asked me about the gun in my hand?

You must know that a gun is fast from seven steps away, but within seven steps, a gun is accurate and fast!

Summary: Qi Heng's idol is Sun Wukong. After traveling to the world of Journey to the West, he unexpectedly became Tang Sanzang. What the hell is this? It turns out that this journey to the West is all conspiracy and gambling. I, Tang Sanzang, swear to make all the Buddhas disappear into thin air. ... ... Liu Er: Master, I am real, and he is fake. Sun Wukong: Okay, you are real, go and obtain the scriptures from the West. Tang Sanzang: Come, I will give you this scepter and cassock. You must shoulder the great cause of the Western Paradise. Liu Er is confused: Who are these people?

Song Chen is reborn into a perilous and eerie fantasy world. Drafted by force into the army as cannon fodder, his only hope lies in a mysterious and equally sinister artifact—the Book of “Three Lives.”

This ancient tome, obtained on a stormy night, once spanned ten thousand pages. Yet now, only three remain; the other 9,997 have inexplicably decayed into dust.

There’s no doubt—the book is suspicious, and the world even more so. But trapped at the very bottom of this society, Song Chen has no choice but to claw his way forward—step by agonizing step—until he pierces the shroud of this world’s secrets and ascends to the very peak of heaven and earth.

Originally a small clerk, I stumbled upon an immortal transcending a tribulation, and was dragged back to the Warring States Period. To survive, I resorted to modern technology, experiencing major historical events. It's impossible to revisit the original history, but to adhere to the records in the history books, I deliberately concealed many things. A chance encounter with a secret manual gradually transformed me into a cultivator. Over the course of millennia, I encountered beauties of all kinds, but without a breakthrough in my cultivation, I vanished into the dust of history...

After living for twenty-six years, Zhu Mo discovered that the strange phenomena surrounding him all originated from the Celestial Master Alliance.

As a descendant of the Celestial Master, should he uncover the truth about his mission step by step and protect the magic weapon, or should he pretend that nothing happened and return to a stable life?

Myths are dreams shared by everyone in the world, and dreams are private myths.

When the "dreamless boy" dreamed of the "dream-eating girl".

"I will expel all your nightmares for you."

Close your eyes.

The hands of an imaginary clock, about to turn.