The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince! - Chapter 915 - 913: Lu Ying

A question I often ask myself, is the human desire for self-destruction never going away?

Travel through the endless apocalypse world, and find the answer behind every kind of demise!

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As soon as Lu Xuan woke up, he became an ordinary spiritual planter in Sanxiufang City, guarding a one-acre three-point spiritual field, and living in the world of practice.

Fortunately, I accidentally discovered that every time a spiritual plant matures, I can get extra rewards.

Harvest a sword grass and get a sword pill.

Harvest a Xuan Chong vine and get a share of Yin Xingsha.

Harvest a Youquan flower and get a piece of Zhiyan Pill Recipe.

…

From then on, he guarded his spiritual field peacefully, and sat and watched the world of practice turbulent and vicissitudes.

“What about fighting skills, exploring secret realms, seeking immortal fate, obtaining magic weapons…all have nothing to do with me!”

“I just want to farm quietly.”

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After traveling for three years, Lin Yu was drawn into a horror game unexpectedly.

However, he discovered one thing.

The dungeon boss feared by countless players turned out to be the little loli who called her big brother next door.

then.

In the horror hospital, the director of the hospital turned out to be the uncle downstairs who made him and his granddaughter fall in love.

In the bloody slaughterhouse, the existence known as the bloody butcher turned out to be the uncle upstairs who wanted him to be his brother-in-law.

In Changteng Ghost School, the woman who frightens countless students is actually the long-legged sister Yu who invites her to her house for dinner whenever she has nothing to do.

…

Traveling through three years, you told me that this place is actually a horror game world?

(Introduction is weak, please read the text)

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