Beautiful Wife from Heaven: Mr. Qi, Let’s Get Married - Chapter 147 - : Uncontrollable

Other people’s bad reputation, if not because of themselves, then it’s slandered by others. Jing Wan’s bad reputation wasn’t because of herself, but schemed by her future husband. Hong Yuan’s bad reputation wasn’t caused by others, but of his own design, only for the sake of marrying the woman he has had eyes on for two lifetimes! One unable to take a bride, one unable to marry. Because he was the number one handsomest man, but she wasn’t the number one beauty. So it was still her who has earned? What the hell?

After marrying, the husband’s close beautiful servant girls didn’t try to crawl onto the bed, but instead served her like an ancestor. The previous stewards didn’t monopolize the power, but instead handed over in great detail all the properties and even the husband’s private funds. So strange no matter how one looks at it! After getting along day and night, she discovered that her husband suffers from a severe case of crazy, please cure!

“Husband, just what do you like about me? I’ll change, just please stop being weird.”

His disease acting up in seconds, telling you with his actions, just how strong his possessive desires towards you are, that’s how much care you must give back.

Alright, for the sake of his disease not becoming more severe, and seeing how there’s no little three or little four and other little demons, Jing Wan rolled up her up sleeves and went all out.

- Description from Novelupdates

Extraordinary and decadent world.

Individual power determines order.

The family masters knowledge, monopolizes resources, and increases its heritage from generation to generation.

Fate, physique, spiritual consciousness, comprehension, spiritual roots, Taoist tools…

All elements leading to the avenue have been cut off.

Mortals can’t breathe.

For thousands of years, the order is eternal, and only the true immortals overlook the world.

It was not until a modern man who was constantly reincarnated and enhanced his talents came and discovered the mystery of this world that the world was turned upside down!

Let’s see him walking in history, exhausting time and accumulation, breaking this eternal order, and shining brightly.

Going against fate and killing immortals is on the way!

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Xu Zong, who transmigrated into the world of Swallowing Starry Skies, had no chance to battle the Devouring Beasts. At this moment, Luo Feng was peeping underwater, Hong and Thunder God were in deep slumber, while the jumping clown wreaked havoc. Xu Zong had thought that he would rely on himself for his whole life, but unexpectedly, he accidentally joined a chat group. In the group, there were other Xu Zongs, each possessing different talents!Nine Cauldrons Xu Zong: With my unbeatable sliding shovel! Wait, there's a Sabertooth Tiger ahead. Watch me slide and shovel!Comprehensive Martial Arts Xu Zong: I have the War God's sound system! Please, Master Qiao and the God of Gambling, possess me!Heaven Concealing Xu Zong: When I shout, “XX, save me!” XX will be forcibly teleported in front of me to shield me from bullets!XX Xu Zong: Uh, mine is the Arcane Technique of Akalin...Devouring Xu Zong: Well said! But none of your talents are as awesome as mine! My cultivation has no bottlenecks!Various Xu Zongs: Boss! Can you share your Wi-Fi so we can share talents?................This is an unlimited flow story across different realms, involving fantasy, movies, martial arts, anime, and more. Enjoy it to the fullest!

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