Something About Us - Chapter 37: Rehearsals and Reservations

Battle of Mount Hyjal:

The overwhelming Burning Legion, Malfurion on the front line saw his death as his own.

Outside the barracks at the rear, Li De leisurely started his singing.

A spectacle composed of countless terracotta figurines rises from the ground!

“Building Wonders: Terracotta Warriors.

Spectacular effect: All combat units are upgraded by one level! ”

“This…is this the power of a demigod?”

Malfurion clenched his fists and asked in disbelief.

“You’ve become stronger, send it quickly!”

Li De said, but what he thought in his mind was:

“What’s the best way to build the next spectacle?”

This is a story of a traveler with a spectacle system, farming in the world of Azeroth, and blooming the light of civilization.

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Strength: 1Agility: 1Stamina: 1Magic Power: 20Luck: 1All my stats are dumped into Magic Power.I can only use one spell.There’s no character as broken as this, and yet, that’s me.And somehow, I got mistaken for a once-in-a-lifetime genius.

At eighteen years old, Lin Qingyu was married as part of a Chong Xi into the Nan’an Hou Mansion, becoming the ill Lu Wancheng’s male wife.

On the eve of their wedding, Young Master Hou lay lazily on the bed and said, “Beauty, to be honest, I really don’t want to engage in domestic struggles. I just want to drift along, eat and wait to die. I want to be a salted fish.”

A year later, Young Master Hou became gravely ill. He took Lin Qingyu’s hand and sighed, “Wife, I’m going to die, but I think I can continue to transmigrate. In order for you to properly recognize me in the future, let us set a secret code.”

After the death of Young Master Hou, Lin Qingyu was prepared to stay a widow all his life. Unexpectedly, after only half a year, the great general who had rendered outstanding military service, actually came to propose marriage.

Lin Qingyu would rather die. But the general said but one statement, “If odd, change; if even, remain the same?”

Lin Qingyu: “…I will marry you.”

After two years, the general died in battle. Before Lin Qingyu even had time to grieve, he was recruited into the palace by the Emperor.

The emperor complained aggrievedly, “Baobei, this time I have became the Emperor. My salted fish dreams have been completely shattered…”

Lin Qingyu knew that although his husband was a bag of lazybones, no one was his equal when it came to conspiracy and schemes.

He rubbed the Emperor’s head. “Don’t think about it. Get started on those reports. Behave yourself.”