Lin Xiangyang, the soul of a modern investment bank elite, was reborn as a poor young man in Sham Shui Po in 1986, and found that his family was being oppressed by loan sharks. He confirmed through the date in the Ma Jing Bao that a stock market crash was about to happen, and decided to use his financial knowledge to turn the situation around.
Originally, there were no ghosts in the world, but when many believed in them, they appeared in people's hearts.
"Rainy Night, Overpass, Maybach."
Crash.
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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.
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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.
In lifetime, grass and wood will fall. When a person's previous life was spent in a muddy night, after rebirth, he continued to live a muddy life like the previous life, or walked out of a road different from the previous life and left his own life in this world. sign.
“What? You come back from the world of cultivating immortals, can you cultivate? Can you make pills? Can make Qi? Among the martial artists, you are the master? Among the cultivators, you are the gods? I can’t offend you?” Lin Nan raised his mouth, showing a trace of disdain, big hands One shot.
The first person in Southeastern Province, the master of Jiangnan Budo, died!
“Oh, you come from hell, the lives and deaths of other people are between your thoughts? I can’t provoke you?” Lin Nan nodded lightly, eyes full of contempt, and curled his fingers.
Lord Yan’s worship, pawn!
“The king of mercenaries and the king of killers dared to pretend to be forceful in front of me. The immortal cultivation world in front has returned, and the return of hell is dead. Are you too unpretentious?” Lin Nan’s mouth twitched slightly and stared at him.
A certain mercenary king, death!
“Sorry, there is no one in this world that I can’t afford!” Lin Nandao, suddenly his eyes turned, his eyes filled with the smell of petting.
“Good wife, come, come and eat this bowl of chicken soup made with ten thousand years of Ganoderma lucidum, the child in your stomach, but the hope of the whole family!”
I am the driver of the last midnight bus on route 14. I have to go to Shan'ao Village every night at 12 o'clock. Eight veteran drivers had accidents with this bus, either died or became disabled and mentally ill. Now I am the ninth driver, and all the stories start from here.
Main characters: Su Ren, Bai Xian,
After I woke up from alcohol, I vowed to create a human world. Thinking about the future will last hundreds of years.
Wei Bin, who was reborn ten years ago, was actually informed of the identity of the reborn person in the game by someone who shouldn't exist. With in-depth investigation, he felt more and more endless horror, his rebirth, and even the entire The world is just a game, and a huge conspiracy is gradually emerging
The young Qin Xin had his martial bones taken away by his fellow tribesmen, but he unexpectedly obtained the Soul Devouring Stone and obtained the Supreme Divine Art, embarking on the road of revenge.
Since then, the secrets hidden in his body have been revealed bit by bit...
Yang Qing never expected that he would travel to the fairy world, let alone that he would have a chance to travel back.
It’s just that after I came back, I found out that this world is not friendly to cultivation, and it’s a completely degenerated world, so what else can I do?
Part-time work is not allowed, so he can only rely on the rune technology of the fairy world and develop a little black technology to live his life, so his eyes are directly fixed on the moon above his head, where his dream begins!