I Was Stuck on the Same Day For a 1000 Years - Chapter 327: Excuse me, I’m An Menglan!

Yao Jinxi likes spring. This is because after spring, the weather becomes warmer. His favourite new tea would also be on the market by then.

SSR-ranked killer Mu Hui died in an explosion, only waking up to find herself transmigrated into the body of a vicious female supporting character in a book.

One day when I was working as a low-ranking civil servant in a hopeless imperial palace department, I realized that I had reincarnated in a novel.“Oh my god, the villain is about to start a war, right? If a war breaks out, people like me will be the first to die!”An imminent war as per the original setting.If I want to live, I must first save the crown prince!To save the crown prince who dies first in the original story, I leaked the original’s information to catch the villains.Suddenly, I became the youngest minister.I didn’t really mean to get ahead, but there’s nothing wrong with that!Let’s just catch the villain.* * *It’s a lot of fun to ab*se the villains, and the taste of power is also very sweet.However…“His Highness the Crown Prince has a great sense of responsibility, but since he has nowhere to focus, he may want to run away sometimes.”The strange new intern is talking nonsense.No, how did I save the prince!“What? Run awaaaay?”With a glint in my eyes, I said grimly.“If His Highness runs away… I will personally chase him to the end of the continent. I will somehow drag him by the collar, stick tight next to him, and keep an eye on him.”Hmm?But intern, why are you shaking? Why are your ears red?

No one knows when the first Clough door appeared. All people know is that a new era began when it was pushed open.Fortresses, sublimators, pillars of star essence, three-dimensional armaments, infinite energy, who can escape the sweeping tide of the times?In the abyss, the reverse realm, the skins, the alien gods, the mad king, the rulers, and the dark creatures, all howl in madness!Inside the black mist, the demons and ghosts crawl forward as a cross-dimensional migration silently brews.