The Adonis Next Door: 100 Days of Forced Love - Chapter 999: The Last Thing to Do for Her (9)

Argon got Isekaid to another world, and also got a system that can help him build a dungeon in a cultivation world, where people can get amazing treasures inside.And for our mc to get enough resources for upgrading the dungeon he also needs to kill the people that will enter his dungeon to get soul coins that will help him upgrade the dungeon.In a world where cultivation is the key to power and strength. Argon has the power to create dungeons - underground labyrinths filled with powerful monsters and valuable treasures.Using his unique abilities, Argon creates a dungeon in the heart of an unknown forest, hoping to attract powerful cultivators and increase his own strength. But as his dungeon grows in size and power, the top powerhouses in the world realized the danger of the dungeon, since the dungeon would pour out unknown monsters that will wreak havoc in the world.To survive in this new world, Argon must use all his cunning and strength to navigate the treacherous world of cultivation and defend his dungeon from those who seek to destroy it.

Everyone in the world of cultivating immortals knows that Immortal Venerable Moon Lin is arrogant and arrogant, shining like the moonlight, but he is helpless and cold, rejecting people thousands of miles away.
In this regard, Mu Chuihan himself has something to say.
Hundreds of years of high-cold people assume that he is tired of playing, and is preparing to let go of himself and change his body to play in the world.
However, it seemed that something went wrong with the avatar that he squeezed by himself – it turned out to be a top-level furnace body waiting for auction.
Mu Chuihan: So exciting.
At the auction, for the price of ten thousand gold, he was put into a golden cage as a gift and given to Lord Tingyun Ye Tingjiang.
Before seeing Ye Tingjiang, Mu Chuihan: Forget it, forget it, die together, change body and become a hero again.
After seeing Ye Tingjiang, Mu Chuihan’s eyes lit up.
“Xianjun is so handsome.”
“Can Xianjun have a marriage match?”
“Come, come, come, come, come, the top furnace cauldron, the old man is not deceived, who knows who uses it!”

Attack angle
Ye Tingjiang hated two types of people in his life. One was like the moon approaching immortals, and his eyes were higher than those of the top born. The two were like furnaces and cauldrons, who didn’t think about making progress and served people with colors.
Helpless to the latter, he eats the marrow and knows the taste, and gradually develops pity
Until one day he found out that the two were actually the same person
Ye Tingjiang: Over the years, it was a mistake!

Attack everywhere except sexual orientation × Gao Leng people are designed to be accepted by nature

1. The subject is very strong, the level of the top of the Xiuxian world, if you don’t upgrade, you will be crushed at the beginning
2. Tianwen is not cruel, there is no crematorium, Gong is an honest and good person, not scumbag, and has a mentality for the old father who hates iron and steel.

Content tags: Strong and strong, happy enemies, heaven’s favored son, immortals and cultivators
Search keywords: Protagonist: Mu Chuihan (Fuyan), Ye Tingjiang ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One-sentence introduction: Tea of ​​Gaoling fell in love with me
Purpose: Reject false characters, accept yourself, and treat people with sincerity

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Yang Tian, a Legendary Beast Tamer who tamed Legendary Monsters such as the Six-Wing Purple Gold Lion, the Undead Lich, and the Thousand Feet Ghost Vine has returned to three days before the Post-Apocalyptic Era begins.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.