Rise of the Cosmic_Emperor - Chapter 862 Creating A Horde.

Ye Qiu transmigrated to a world of barren wastelands. He obtained the 10,000 Fold Return System.

All she was doing was playing QQ Farm, how did she end up waking up somewhere foreign?

A straw house in the country side? No food at home? Dad was severely injured? Mom was weak? A bunch of siblings?

Eh? QQ Farm transmigrated with her? She could farm? She could raise farm animals?

What? All the chicken, ducks, and rabbits she raised in the dimension are spiritual animals?

Not only could QQ dimension level up, it could also collect all vicious animals in the world and turn her into the strongest summoner!

Merchants pounding on their door? Gentlemen visiting? Special guests showing up? The appearing of mysterious sect? Her folks’ family arriving?

All the troubles brought about by the spiritual animals!

Well, cross that bridge when we come to it. Fake it till you make it. Let’s see how Cheng Xiao Xiao utilize the dimension and have her fun in the foreign land!

Match maker at the door? Get out, couldn’t you see I got farms to plow?

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I think my husband wants to kill me.

Whether it’s forgetting to turn off the gas or finding the bathroom door locked after I just finished bathing, it all makes me feel that he wants to kill me.

I know that I shouldn’t be considering this because we are a gay couple and we have been together for seven years.

Our relationship is also stable, and he is very good to me.

But I really think he wants to kill me.

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Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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