Game Descends: All The Skills I Have Are Boss Skills - Chapter 217 - : Ruins Outbreak, Invasion of the Ancient Demon Race!

Lin Yuan took a ‘Gate to All Realms’ and traveled to the vast universe of the Star Sea.

The most powerful person here can destroy the starry river system with a snap of his finger, and tens of millions of light years are coming in a blink of an eye.

Lin Yuan, who has been reduced to the bottom, can only rely on the ‘Gate of All Realms’ and the bound talent ‘Heaven-defying Comprehension’ to travel through all realms and become stronger silently.

[You have incredible understanding, practice the Yi Jin Jing, and understand the ‘Yi Jin Jing, body exchanging blood and quenching the gods’]

[Your understanding is against the heavens, you understand the thunder in your palm, and understand the ‘Thunder Creation and Development Method’]

[Your understanding is contrary to heaven, watching the birth and death of the world, and realizing the ‘world in the palm of your hand’]

[Your understanding is contrary to the heavens, you have studied the art of incarnation outside the body, and realized the ‘Great Law of Self-Transformation’]

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As he traveled back and forth again and again, Lin Yuan grew stronger endlessly, until… he was invincible in the world.

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Lu Yao stumbled upon a pixel art game where players take on the role of a God in it, but it didn’t take him long to realize that this game connects players to the many worlds of different dimensions.The [Sacrifice] function in the game will actually allow offered sacrifices to enter his reality, while the [Blessing] function makes it possible for him to offer real life objects into the game.As a Novice God, besides from creating all kinds of natural disasters, he really couldn’t do much in the game.That was until he decided to ignore the cost and reincarnate a beautiful apostle, from then on, the whole gameplay started to change…

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”

Shen Huai was abandoned by his artists, and took over one who no one was optimistic about net black newcomer Ye Cang.
Ye Cang caught fire all over the country. Everyone else thinks it’s Shen Huai tune. Only Shen Huai knows. His artist is a superstar reborn. Later, Shen Huai gathered again-“the legendary film queen of the period of the Republic of China,” the unsurpassed Golden supporting role in the History of the Republic of China, “the Queen of Love songs popular all over the country in the Last Century,” and “the greatest superstar in a hundred years.” he breathed a sigh of relief: I don’t have to go back and inherit tens of billions of dollars

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