Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me - Chapter 695 - 694: I Entrust Mianmian to You

【Explosive Fantasy, Exhilarating Fiction】He had been beaten by his father into a cripple and kicked out of his home, yet he was the most badass genius in history. The Empress of the Divine World? She’s my woman! The Great Lord of the Demon World? He’s my disciple! The Dragon God of the Demon Realm? He’s my mount! Those who mess with Xu Nian will die! Those who touch Xu Nian’s Forbidden Lamella will wish they were dead!

Ella has the most perfect life. A life that everyone could envy her. She has a beautiful face, a beautiful body, abundant wealth.

The most important thing to her is that she has her someone that she thinks is her soul mate.

But a betrayal makes herperfect life shattered. She was lied to, toyed with and thrown into a much worse place than hell.

She was expelled from her family and locked up in a mental hospital, a place that shatter both of her wings.

Five years later, Ella returns with one goal in life. She handed over her body to Christian, a CEO who is notorious for being the cruelest.

In exchange, Christian will help him achieve his dream: REVENGE!

Earth's youth, Chen Jichuan, tragically dies in a car accident and is transmigrated into an Immortal Hero world, obtaining the Supreme Skill: [Dao Fruit].Everything starts from ‘Dao Fruit’...

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.