The Cursed Prince - Chapter 1014 A Home Is Not A Place

The real world merged with the game world, monsters came to the world, and herds of beasts raged in the city.

In order to eliminate monsters in the dungeon, everyone who has player qualifications has to hunt monsters, choose a career, keep getting stronger, and protect human cities from being destroyed.

Elemental mage, fire and ice, destroy everything! In the priesthood shield battle, Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and remained unchanged.

However, Han Yu, who had high hopes, chose the summoner profession that even dogs would not choose.

“Summoner? Is there anyone for this profession? Don’t dogs even play?”

“Who will team up with a summoner, let him brush slowly by himself. The two summoned creatures are not enough for me to step on.”

“I heard that his talent is not bad, why can’t he think about it so much, and changed his job to a summoner.”

Until one day, Han Yu was drinking tea while standing behind Huyun Leopard, which was the size of a mountain, and the giant skeleton hand that emerged from the ground gently pinched the boss to death.

Only then did people discover that Han Yu’s summoned objects would not disappear, and could even be cultivated continuously!

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After opening the ancient well in his backyard, Li Yin’s life has changed since then!

Sixth Prince Li Yin? 21st century otaku Li Yin? He can travel freely between the two worlds, what kind of life should he choose?

Harem? Hegemony? trickery? Is that all?

No! With the advantages of modern technology, he wants to build his fiefdom into the economic center of the world, and the world map will be filled with his colonies…

PS: This is written about the Tang Dynasty, but it is a parallel time and space. There is no need for historical burdens, and it will be a little different from the real Tang Dynasty. Please don’t be serious about the textual research party, because some small details like titles are annoying. This is not what I wanted, thank you!

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”

In the general’s house, the eldest daughter is born again.