Dark Warlock in the Apocalypse - Chapter 232: X

Chang’an, Jan. 14th of lunar month, Tianbao Year 3 (744AD), Tang Dynasty.

For residents of Imperial City, what awaits them when the city enjoys its dazzling brilliance and joy of the Lantern Festival is an unexpected catastrophe that’ll destroy all. Tujue (a nationality in the north of ancient China), Wolfpack, kidnapping, assassination, rampant flames that scorch all…start the gear for the doom of and the Longest Day in Chang’an.

And the only hope lies in a one-eyed convict sentenced to death and the fleeting Twelve Hours…Will Chang’an, the city of prosperity, survive the longest day ever or will it burn…

“From today onward, you’ll take your brother’s place and take over the inheritance of the Gu family!” With her mother’s declaration, she became her twin brother’s substitute.

Dressed as a man, but unwittingly enticed a lot of sisters!

Incidentally, she also captivated the younger sister of the most powerful authority in China, shouting to marry her!

Ming Shao was furious: “From now on, you will follow me. I will train you to be a qualified brother-in-law!”

Since then, she eats with Ming Shao during the day and lives with Ming Shao at night.

She has always thought that Ming Shao treats her as a prospect brother-in-law, but one day, Ming Shao pushed her down the bed and plundered her mouth!

Hey! Didn’t he say he wants her to be his brother-in-law, how come he turned into her boyfriend?

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Xia Xiao unexpectedly reincarnates to the 1960s and becomes a young intellectual in a production team.Having obtained a mystical space with a spirit spring and jade water, she raises chickens and grows vegetables, but dares not use them.As everyone around her is skinny and hungry, if she turns herself into a wealthy and beautiful woman, it would lead to her undoing.Xia Xiao looks up to the sky and sighs deeply, what a bittersweet surprise this is!

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.