Follow the path of Dao from infancy - Chapter 792 - 158: Transmitting the Technique, Cultivating the Extreme Dao

Lin Wei and Zong Shao had an arranged marriage. They had been separated for four years, so much so that they had two children, but the husband and wife were no closer than ordinary friends.
Lin Wei thought that she and Zong Shao would be a plastic husband and wife for the rest of their lives. It was not until she had a dream on the way with the army that she realized that her husband was Bai Yueguang, who the female protagonist could not ask for in the age text.
And she is the white moonlight of the white moonlight.
In the novel, they are married, and the husband and wife are in love. After her untimely death, he missed her all his life and never married again.
After waking up from the dream, Lin Wei thoughtfully looked at the expressionless man in front of her and thought:
It turns out that he loves me so much, so I should love him a little too.
*First get married and then fall in love, raise a baby on the island, and write short texts in the parents’ room.

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In a humble village untouched by ambition, ​Hua Jin lives an idyllic life as the adored daughter of a farming family—a rarity in an era where sons reign supreme. Content with her simple joys and doting kin, she dreams only of peace… until the skies turn vengeful.But Hua Jin has a secret: a mystical space brimming with untold resources. While others scramble when droughts scorch crops, floods drown kingdoms, and plagues darken horizons, she smirks. “We’ve got this.”Yet survival isn’t just about hoarding grain. With her family’s unwavering love as her shield, Hua Jin masterminds a laid-back revolution: turning their farm into a fortress, bartering wit for wealth, and outsmarting fate itself. Who needs panic when you’ve got a lazy genius with infinite storage and a clan that laughs in the face of doom?

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