Author's Reincarnation in a Fantasy Setting - Chapter 211 A Tale Of A Thousand Years Ago [8]

The new book “Mystical Tycoon Rebuilds the Underworld in the Stars” is out! Please add to your collection~【Metaphysics + Exciting Story + Dual Strengths + 1v1】Jiangli went into seclusion one day, and when she emerged, it had already been 800 years. When she opened her eyes, she found that the world had completely changed.The money and the quadrangle courtyard she had hoarded were gone, replaced by a huge debt.And a silly disciple.Jiangli could only tearfully roll up her sleeves and pick up her old trade.Gradually, people soon discovered that the Taoist Temple, which was on the verge of bankruptcy and demolition, suddenly started prospering again, with big shots seeking help one after another.Famous movie stars, trending idols, company CEOs, celebrities from all walks of life: “Tycoon, save me!”However, no one noticed that the revered tycoon they spoke of was addicted to live streaming.Yet in the tycoon's live stream channel, there was always a patron dominating the leaderboard.Everyone was speculating about the identity of this lavish mystery patron.During one incident, Jiangli said in a live stream: Thanks to my husband...Fans: Shocked!!! The tycoon's husband has been revealed!!!

She never dreamed that she would meet him in the bathroom and they...Five years ago, she betrayed him for some reason and chose someone else, which deeply hurt him and he swore to make her pay the price. After the reunion, he launched a fierce attack on her, while she tried to escape this emotional entanglement.However, the red line of fate seems to have already tightly connected the two. Through repeated interactions and confrontations, they gradually uncovered their past misunderstandings and got to know each other again. His deep affection for her remained, and she was gradually moved by his sincerity.

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.