President, Our Egg Is Lost - Chapter Forty-Six: Little fool, you shouldn’t have come.

Mythological revival, Blue Planet suddenly expanded hundreds of times, countless creatures from ancient myths appeared, dividing territories.Strange beasts from the Classic of Mountains and Seas, apocalyptic beasts from Western mythology, colossal demonic bodies from the deep sea...Xu Zhou traveled to this dangerous parallel world and discovered that he had a clone of a giant rooster.Moreover, he obtained the talent to gain one kilogram every day.This talent continued to upgrade with the evolution of the clone, one hundred kilograms a day, ten thousand kilograms a day...From then on, a Kun with unlimited growth ability started to grow infinitely, gradually evolving into a mythical beast.One thousand jin, ten thousand jin, one hundred thousand jin...Years later.“My current weight is 90 trillion trillion tons, with a punch that can kill a mythical creature.” In the starry sky, Xu Zhou stared at a mythical giant beast in the void, with icy killing intent in his eyes.The next second, the planet-sized body surged suddenly...

Xu Ping'an was overjoyed to marry, but what welcomed him was a deception.Eight years of devotion, eight years of infatuation, only to be repaid by the one he loved plucking his spine and devouring his bloodline.“You take my spine, I'll turn my Thunder Sword into bone, defy the heavens to change my fate, and awaken the memories of the Immortal Emperor from a past life.”In this life, I will make all those who betrayed me descend into Hell!

Once an imperial princess, now reborn among the lowest of s*aves of the nobility.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.