Reincarnation Of The Strongest Sword God (Web Novel) - Chapter 92: Virtual Reality

Join Victoria Ferrous, reincarnated girl on her adventure through the Pokemon World. Through important adventures such as, dealing with her teacher’s Tauros, and dealing with duty bound Growlithe in the morning that refuse to let her sleep in! Join her on her Pokemon Journey as her eyes are opened to how real this world is. A slice of life adventure in a Pokemon world. Anime based, but things aren’t quite the same. Not a dark fic, but an exploration into trying to make the world feel more real.

Traveling back to 1983, Lu Jiaxin faced the beginning: her original owner failed the college entrance examination and was abducted, her stepmother was a sweetheart and her father was a pure egoist.

Designer Lu from Hell’s Beginning decided: The stepmother will be in the first grade of junior high school, and she will be in the fifteenth grade! My father is not a good man, so she taught him how to be a good man!

She still had to go to university. I heard that the University of Hong Kong in the 1980s was very valuable, so she waved her sleeves and ventured into Hong Kong’s financial circle.

Big Brother, Beep Machine, Lingling Paint on the dance floor!

Victoria Peak, Repulse Bay, Victoria’s wealthy ladies!

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His name is Gao Yang (高阳), not a lamb (羔羊: gāo yáng), okay! If a gentle sheep gets upset, it will bite. Believe it or not!

Gao Yang a sheep in wolf’s clothes: Don’t come again! Otherwise, I will be rude!
Qin Shaoyan: Oh? Why not?
Gao Yang: I… I… won’t cook for you!
Qin Shaoyan: It doesn’t matter, just eat you.
Gao Xun: What if Dad dies after being eaten by Father? Waiting online, urgent!

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(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…