MTL - The Phoenix Arises - Chapter 169 The child is Lian Zhengyu

Receiving the terrible news of never again wielding the bow has him spiralling down depression lane.However, things took a turn for the better when he opened up to see he had been transmigrated to a world of his favourite novel, as a character bedridden in a coma for five years.Aldrich Aldaman is an extra who met his end after being in a coma for five years.

Gu Changsheng traveled to the world of fantasy novels and became the ninth prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty.At the beginning, the previous emperor died.He directly ascended the throne and became the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The Empress Dowager was so powerful that she could cover the sky with one hand.“I am familiar with this plot! Isn’t it exactly the same as the plot of the novel I just finished reading.”“The previous emperor died? The previous emperor, the sixth old man, was very scheming. He deliberately faked his death and broke through to become a saint in seclusion.”“The Empress Dowager? The real identity of this Empress Dowager is the Demon Queen of the Demon Sect. She is cruel and ruthless.”According to the plot.He ascended the throne and became the emperor. Next, he will become a puppet emperor in the hands of the Empress Dowager, and his end will be extremely miserable.Fortunately, at the critical moment, the system awakened, and changing the plot can make him stronger, summoning various strong people and treasures from the heavens and the worlds.Several years later!Gu Changsheng eliminated the Empress Dowager, swept all the way, and owned millions of miles of mountains and rivers, with three thousand beauties in the harem, and founded the immortal Great Zhou Dynasty!I am invincible, why don’t you come out of retreat!This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

I became the childhood friend of the protagonist in a novel. The childhood friend who died from taking drugs.