Deep Space Wandering Fleet - Chapter 182 - 183 The Greatest Obstacle to

In Xu Yun Yao’s previous life, she overcame all obstacles barring her way just to become a queen. However, under the suppression of several ministers headed by Tang Song Nian she failed in the end. Just out of reach with bitter hatred in her heart, only to wake up and find herself reborn as the daughter of Tang Song Nian, as she died early.

Xu Yun Yao: I will trample you! You old fart! You dare to oppose this palace!

Tang Song Nian (laughing with joy): Aiya, our daughter’s boldness is truly too powerful.

Xu Yun Yao: I will kick you! I will bite you! You dare lead those ministers to slander this palace!

Tang Song Nian (gratified smile): I knew little treasure loves father best.

Xu Yun Yao: …….

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I was curious about what a female-oriented tragic romantic fantasy was like, so I skimmed through only the free chapters.And then…“…Ha.”I found myself transmigrated into one of the main male characters, destined for tears of regret, exhaustion, and obsession.So, the first thing that had to be done was…“I, Elden Raphelion, hereby declare my withdrawal from the competition for the betrothal of the Third Northern Duchess.”To escape this tragedy.

Yeon-woo had a twin brother who disappeared five years ago. One day, a pocket watch left by his brother returned to his possession. Inside, he found a hidden diary in which was recorded “By the time you hear this, I guess I will be already dead….”

The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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