Inhuman Warlock - Chapter 636 - 636: Absolute Time

The full-level boss Lu Jingzhi crossed over.

Start with a thatched cottage, with three family members attached.

Lu Jingzhi gnawed on the bun and clenched her fists—rise up, she wants to rise up!

After all, he is the owner of the three-line ability, sitting on the space, with a lot of food, so is it possible that he will starve to death in the valley?

It’s just—something is wrong with my mother, what, she was reborn, and she was an imperial concubine in her previous life?

There is something wrong with my sister, what, is she a female president from modern times?

There is something wrong with my sister, what, she also wore it…

Lu Jingzhi was ecstatic… the whole family worked together, is it still far from the days of eating hot pot and living in a villa?

Hunting, farming, making jam, growing peppers, opening a milk tea shop… Life is getting more and more prosperous.

When Yue Qiang dropped all 8 free distribution stat points into his Charm stat, his entire life changed.

- Description from Novelupdates

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.