Doomsday Wonderland - Chapter 1567: The Voice in the Notebook

Great Cultivator Chen Fan had failed his Tribulation period, but after a dream, he had returned to Earth, when he was young, five hundred years ago.

He’s the apathetic, sinister school prince, she’s the silly, joyous new student.

When the simple girl meets the sharp-tongued boy——

Gu Zichen: “Su Niannian, are you a pig!!!”

Su Niannian: “….can you communicate properly, and not attack people like this? Even if I am a pig, then I’m a precious and unique pig!”

When the wounded girl wants to escape from the oppressive boy——

“Caring for precious animals is my duty.” Merely one heartless sentence, and he carries her directly home.

But why did he need to care for her all the way to bed, hey!!!

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This is a world filled with mysteries from a conspiracy that has lasted tens of thousands of years;
This is a story about an ordinary cultivator’s passion and perseverance in his cultivation path;

The rise of a sect foreshadows tactics and trickeries;
The confrontation between two races reveals alliances and betrayals;

Countless deaths and secrets were buried in a catastrophe. As the secrets were slowly exposed, so too unfolded the mysteries of this world.

Let’s follow Lu Ping, an ordinary cultivator of Zhen Ling Sect, as he makes his name known in this world, forges his own legacy, and unveils the secrets of the unknown past!

In front of people, she was an ordinary student who had no background and came out of the county with a playful smile on her lips.

Afterward, she was a business king who had been paving the way for prosperity in China.

Wei Sheng was accidentally reborn in the autumn of 1998 and had to face heavy school work, the cold eyes of her relatives, her parents expectations, and clear class discrimination again.

When re-entering the stage of history, how could she let everything repeat itself?

But she was sad to find that the television station had to take a break every afternoon?

There was no computer or iPad, small books were the paradise of childrens dreams.