Frostfire Legacy - Chapter 324 Hidden Village

The Dayan Dynasty lasted for more than 1,300 years.

The emperor is critically ill, the crown prince is in charge of the country, the local fairy gates are entrenched, and the central government is in chaos.

wake up,

Xu Yuan saw the ruined temple on a rainy night deep in the mountains,

I saw the strange broken-arm stone Buddha,

as well as,

The woman in black wearing tulle next to the campfire.

…

…

He became the third son of the final boss, the direct descendant of the villain with a clean life background and good roots.

The fake villain is just waiting to be slapped in the face, while the real villain is fled all over the world by a big ice lump as soon as he comes up.

Goldfinger?

False villains only rely on golden fingers to make a fortune, while real villains dare to face the bleak life!

“The sky did not give birth to me, Xu Changtian, and the villain is like a long night forever.”

“…”

“Father, save me!”

- Description from novelbuddy

I, an ordinary high school student, Kimizuka Kimihiko, who easily gets involved in things, was appointed to take care of mysterious attache cases by mysterious men in black suits. After meeting a beautiful angel-like detective girl, named Siesta in a hijacked plane, I became her assistant.

And from there–

[You deal with the beehive, and I’ll restrain the enemy.] [Don’t make plans that make me the victim.]

We had those kinds of foolish conversations, all while being completely broke every day and fought against . Even when there were hurricanes, the weather-beaten duo sleep past it. Sometimes when we saved money at a casino, we would jump around on the beds at a resort hotel, only to be broke again the next day. We would walk through deserts, traverse through jungles, conquer mountains, cross oceans– The great detective and her assistant would go through these dazzling adventures–

Until she died.

And this story starts from 1 year after that incident.

I’m the only one who’s left, but I carry on her remained wishes.

This story is far from over..

Su Yun crossed over and became a small anchor, suffering from lack of talent, he broadcasted live broadcasts of “hard training all kinds of unique skills” every day, wanting to make a living.

Such as: flying cards to cut flies; wooden swords to play table tennis; flying needles to shoot bulletproof glass;

On the first day of dawdling, Su Yun learned how to fly cards, and everyone thought he was here to make a joke.

On the fifth day, Su Yunfei split the cucumber, and everyone thought he had stopped here.

On the 30th day, Su Yun’s card cut through the stake ten meters away and killed the fly… After everyone was astonished, they all agreed that this was a special effect!

…

Until this day, Su Yun accidentally ran into a robber when he went out. He used cards to kill people, and the whole Internet was buzzing!

After a period of time, when Su Yun was accidentally exposed and received a summons from the police station to file a record, more of his skills were exposed one by one:

The light work of crossing the river with one reed!

The swordsmanship of splitting stones with one sword!

A flying needle comparable to bullet penetration…

Police: “Are you sure this is just an anchor? File it as an S-level file immediately!”

[There is no martial arts or cultivation world in this book, I am the only one in the book, and I am the only one in the world who comprehends evolution, it all depends on my talent]

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I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.