After crossing into the weird world and becoming the third generation of the magic stick, Mark can only change his way of life.

Cthulhu: "You will be haunted by bad luck!"

Mark rolled the dice of fate: "Now the fate is yours!"

Heretic God: "Impossible, why don't you need to pay for changing your life against the sky?"

Mark: "I'm dying!"

Evil God: "It's okay..."

Mark: "No, I said, my life is yours!"

Lu Yao, a modern soldier king, traveled to another world with his soul.

The metal fragment that popped out of the brick turned out to be the tip of the magic sword left by the fallen god.

With this fragment, Lu Yao started his way to the sky.

Fighting for life in the academy where geniuses gathered, fighting in the desolate land dominated by demons.

The vastness of the star field makes the gods tremble.

The powerful rise of Yuan Zang in the central star field, the adventure in the Ten Directions Supreme Star Field..., are all coming.

In order to find the fragment of the magic sword, Lu Yao went through all kinds of hardships.

Only when the magic sword is complete can it summon god-level weapons.

Lu Yao searched hard... The world is a big chessboard.

Emperors, generals, unparalleled heroes, terrorist tycoons and powerful sects all have their own positions.

However, if a small pawn crosses the river, then.

Traversing an alien world, Wang Heng'an possesses nothing but one gift: forging a deep bond or karmic connection with another, he can draw upon one of their unique abilities! Saving a wounded fox spirit, his fingertips weave bewildering dreams. Untangling the inner workings of a female ghost in an ancient house, he hears whispers from the underworld. Enlightening naive plant spirits, he breathes life into his being like spring. Helping an immortal to renounce his earthly ties, a wisp of celestial energy quietly enters his body... Ghosts, spirits, gods, and immortals, all form the foundation of my destiny. Refining my heart in the mortal world, I connect with all spirits. Drawing upon the diverse abilities of all beings, I forge my unparalleled path! Wang Heng'an: "My path lies not in the mountains, not in the immortal palace, but in every connection I forge with these countless beings and species!"

The most famous trash in Xingchen No.1 Middle School actually came back to class?

The waste Bai Qi also said: I want to study hard. Everyone was silent as they watched her penultimate result…

But…wait! What is the operation of the full score? After the exam, what is the operation after going to film and get a movie?

At the same time, the intranet of a certain group has been hacked continuously, and the boss has been inquiring for several months. The intrusion address is actually in a high school computer room? !

The hacker hired by the high salary looked at the deciphering code: Wan Duzi, I seem to have accidentally stripped the boss’s vest…

Bai Qi is very calm: don’t panic, just lost a vest!

The corners of a certain boss’s lips twitched: Only one? Then I’ll try again?

Enthusiastic netizens: This melon is so fragrant! Don’t stop! The big guy is doing his best to continue digging!

Bai Qi: …

[Shuangqiang + big boss all kinds of horses falling off + cool personality + cool text, don’t miss it when you pass by, shake your little hand, you will have a collection~]

The rescue was corrupted, and Chen Hao yelled up to the sky: If I take pleasure in helping others, let thunder strike him to death.

Dingdong: Help the ghost to start the system.

…

People have troubles, ghosts have obsessions, troubles are solvable, and obsessions are hard to eliminate.

Walk the world, balance yin and yang, circulate the laws of heaven, and retribute unhappy.

Chen Lin traveled through the martial arts world and found that he actually had a clone, but…

“Why is my clone in the world of immortality?”

“Forget it, you can continue to practice martial arts. I am going to start cultivating immortality. I will meet you all again in a thousand years!”

…

Over the course of thousands of years, there will always be geniuses born from the sky, whose fame is as mighty as the sun, sweeping across the universe.

But no matter how heroic the Martial Emperor is, when they burn out the emperor’s blood and exhaust their souls, they finally break through the world of mortals with their withered and broken bodies, penetrate the layers of divine patterns and talisman formations, and see the figure standing at the end. …

The person who stands on the twelve-level lotus platform, wears the Mountains and Rivers Sheji Diagram, holds the Jade Order of Creation in his left hand, hangs the Four Swords of Killing Immortals in his right hand, and hangs the shadow of the Tai Chi Diagram behind him, will always turn around.

He smiled cheerfully and said to them:

“Coming?”

Who knocked over the glass cup and poured it over and whose sleepless night was soaked? Who made the bow and piano messing around and disturbed Wulanyue on the river? Some are galloping in the huge mountains, some are crisscrossing between the north and south of the Traledi Mountains, and some are wandering on the edge of life and death to torture themselves about the mystery of time and space. This story is put into paper and pen, but it is just a matter of giving time to the sky, hoping that the years will be different.

"Rainy Night, Overpass, Maybach."

Crash.

...

When sitting alone, he often caught himself thinking about her—the girl who had shadowed him for years. He’d imagine her barging into the restaurant, drawing every gaze, then plopping down beside him, propping her chin on her hands as she stared into his eyes.

"Buy me a cola," she’d say.

But tonight, to his surprise, another girl actually did sit next to him.

...

Blue hair. Delicate. Radiantly sociable. A checklist of desirable traits.

Yet when it came to love, she was bafflingly cowardly.

Even his unluckiest junior never got to drink their senpai’s leftovers—but Banaumi did it without trying.

Too scared to confess. Clinging to "I’m fine" while heartbroken. Binge-eating after rejection. When urged to fight for her feelings, she’d just whisper, "I hope they’re happy."

He kept seeing that other girl in her—until he blinked, and a stranger’s face stared back.

A stranger who wasn’t even the same gender.