He Who Was Forgotten – The Last High Elf - Chapter 10 – The Son and the Flame

The Card Creator is a very ordinary profession. Simply put, the incumbent seals various kinds of abilities, illusions, images and so on in blank cards for convenience of use.

Lu Ming, who initially planned to lead an idle life, had a not-so-boring dream now — He hopes to seal the entire world in the cards.

One still needed to have dreams. What if you could realize them?

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Jane was a horror lover. But, despite her love towards horror movie, she had not had any encounter with the astral beings herself.

However, when she moved to her new dormitory, she made herself a new friend.

A ghost, to be exact.

And a handsome one, too.

But, there was something suspicious with this ghost. He was too...human.

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“As the Princess of our clan, you deserve to command the Seventh Advisor and The White Army. May you bring peace upon those who are visible and invisible.”

“...” A princess? Don’t joke with me!

“Just accept it. It’s not bad, though.” A certain someone nudged my elbow as he grinned teasingly.

“You will be the only princess who has two prince consorts.” The older one spoke calmly. “My dear princess, will you build your own harem now?” His eyes flashed with dangerous glint.

Harem?! Screw you! I suddenly felt that these two men were only here to cause me troubles......

Yuan Xi had a dream about a sexual encounter, only to discover after a night of pleasure that it had all been real. After being shocked silly for a long time, he ran away.

Who would have thought that a big grown man like him would become pregnant and have a son?

The question was, who is the child’s father? It had been too dark for Lao Tzu to see clearly!

Also, what was this daily life system that has been attached to him?

Farming Skill
Ranching Skill
Harvesting Skill
Cooking Skill
Building Skill
Skinning Skill
Sewing Skill
Smithing Skill

… There was a never-ending row of categories.

老子 Lao Tzu: A way of referring to oneself, usually in angry or joking situations.

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Writing, drawing, and occasionally pretending to be a master of calligraphy, fooling people into paying customers with a lot of money…

This is Lin Zhishui’s light and comfortable little days.

However, he didn’t know that the guests of his calligraphy and painting shop who loved the ancient style and traditional culture were actually strange people who practiced in the world.

The guests never thought that the most mysterious and unpredictable figure in the cultivation world was just a mortal who liked to play dumb puzzles?

so-called-

Cross-server communication is barrier-free, and you can rely on your brain for guidance!

After many years, Lin Zhishui finally understood the truth. Looking at the brush that had accompanied him for many years, the corners of his mouth twitched:

“This is poisonous!”

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[ps: When you are bored, you can look at the other two works by author Jun, “I heard that I am super fierce after my death” and “The Strongest Internet God”, which are relatively short, light spray, orz]

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