Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen s Qi-Blood - Chapter 549 - 262: A Delicate Balance?_2

On the night of his marriage proposal, Xu Yang was dumped by his ex-girlfriend.Feeling heavy-hearted, he went to a bar to drown his sorrows.He didn’t remember much about what happened that night, but he woke up with a stunning beauty lying next to him. At first glance, she looked somewhat familiar.Wasn’t she his ex-girlfriend’s sister?And it seemed like she was about to wake up!What should he do? He’s anxiously waiting…

After just recently attaining the trophy for emperor of the silver screen, Chu Yan dies in a traffic accident and is rebirthed into a period millennium years later.

Floating cars occupy the skies, and everyone owns virtual glasses. Culture explosion! Entertainment explosion!

Yet, in such a glorious and brilliant entertainment world, Chu Yan was astonished to discover that——all these people didn’t know how to act!!!

Simulation of moods through artificial intelligence? Special effects production replacing acting skills?

Becoming an actor simply by just understanding AI script? The era is progressing, but acting skills have retrogressed.

Reporter: Chu Yan, what is your opinion regarding the scandal this time about you already being married?

Chu Yan: …Please inform me, exactly who is my spouse?!

Rebirth of the emperor of the silver screen into a third-tier star: shooting movies, becoming popular, winning awards, and ascending to the peak, and setting off a surging tide to the apex of the entertainment circle!

As for who his partner was——

He Baishen: Hello, my surname is Yi, you may call me Yi Ming (Anonymous).

- Description from Novelupdates

How long will it take for a murdered thief to distill into something monstrous? In this story the darkness only grows stronger, and its reach only grows wider as it expands by devouring the life that surrounds it. This is a dark fantasy where evil is a where, not just a who that focuses on slow progression, undeath, and atmospheric storytelling.

I remember the story of a novel I had read in my previous life just before my marriage. If you don’t mess up the wedding, you’ll be poisoned by your husband! So I kissed the pastor who was in charge of the ceremony.

“Commander, are you alright?” shouted one of the holy knights as he approached the pastor who was kissed.

Huh, what?

Wait … are you the commander of the Holy Knights?

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Rurutia, who was about to die, wanted to spend her last moment in a temple where she felt at ease the most. She started a business with her friends for the temple, and it was a big hit.

“Miss, you have the world in the palm of your hands!”

“Are you a God who has descended to Earth?”

In the midst of being embarrassed by the large crown, the commander of the holy knights himself was also acting strange.

“All I wish for is to be your husband,” he said, his eyes shining with obsession. “Take responsibility for stealing my first kiss.”

This is all so wrong.

It seems that I changed my future.