MTL - My Talent Can Constantly Evolve - ~ Tell me about this book and the new book

For his sake, she was willing to abandon her career as the best actress and be his wife. With her own network, money and unscrupulous methods, she helped him rise to the top of the world. He, on the other hand, held another woman in his embrace and kicked her away with no mercy. It turned out that all he ever wanted was her rare blood type, her six-month-old child’s cord blood. It was her life… When she opened her eyes again, she returned to her 20-year-old self. Time repeated and her life rewound. In this life, she would live well.

Qin Lin was electrocuted by playing a nostalgic “Ranch Story” game, and suddenly gained the ability to enter the game. He also found that he could bring the watermelons grown in the game out of reality.

At first, he calculated that a pound of watermelon would sell for 2 yuan. As long as he sells 10,000 catties of watermelon seeds in the game, he can earn 20,000 yuan a day.

Later, he discovered that by upgrading pastures, he could obtain advanced crops beyond the world, raising livestock to obtain advanced livestock breeds that were far beyond the world, and building factories to obtain various formulas that were far beyond the world, and everything was different.

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Six years ago, he was the peerless God Ye, who had his entire memory wiped by a sinister plot. Six years later, his daughter was bullied and on the brink of death. With a single utterance of “God Ye,” the king returned! All his foes were utterly crushed! Starting as the War God, goddesses from all over the world sought him out...

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.