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Blue Moon Princess

(Silver Tier Winner of WPC #147 #148) *** I just got my freedom; moved away from my house and was about to have a new beginning— alas I died before even tasting the freedom, since I got hit by the renowned reincarnation specialist, truck-kun. But my luck was tremendous as I reincarnated into a new world—as expected, with my memories fully intact. That’s when I realized that the world around me looked eerily similar to the one in a game called the World of Cultivation and I am the heroine—scratch that; this body is just a random mob of this world. My hopes and dreams of living a peaceful life in this world crumbled down right in the beginning, when I learned that I’m bound to die soon from the hands of the main lead. Fret not, this world is one with cultivation. Although there’s just a few days before my uneventful death, I can do something with my cultivation and—ah, my body can’t even do cultivation now, can it? It seems like my luck wasn't that good. Instead, I’ve been riddled with numerous misfortunes. However, don’t think that I’ll give up on this precious second chance that fate bestowed upon me. My intention is to survive. And I’m willing to do anything for it! *** [Note: The artwork in my cover does not belong to me. So, I'll be taking it off if the original artist asks me to do so.] Cover edit: ZinonWonder

The_Chimp · Fantasia
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213 Chs

Let's go hunt Fu Meng!

"I've been asked to trust you." Fu Yan spoke in a really low voice. "Can I trust you though?" She asked.

I looked towards Goldy for a second right there. I don't know why, but I just wanted to. And he still had tears in his eyes.[I'm sorry… I couldn't fulfil our promise back then, Xue…]I could hear Goldy repeating that same sentence over and over again, but I kinda felt sad that I was the only one hearing it. But I mean, even if Fu Yan were to hear it, she wouldn't understand why Goldy was apologizing. Ha, truly a complicated moment.Anyway, I took my eyes off Goldy and focused on Fu Yan instead. "What do you feel? You feel like trusting me?" I asked her."No." The child was pretty frank in her opinion. And I kinda respected the hustle. I mean, she knew that her grandpa was gonna correct her yet again if she were to say it before me, but she simply didn't care."Fu Yan! What are you-" I stopped the little old guy from saying anything and walked right up to Fu Yan's face.