MTL - Live Broadcast: One Sentence At The Beginning Of The School Flower Crying - Chapter 467 doubt life

Six months ago, tens of thousands of black phantom towers appeared all over the world, floating above the cities. Chemists, physicists, religious people… all of them could do nothing.

The new book “I became a national treasure after crossing” has been released, the male and female protagonists are super strong, come and see acridine~

[The female boss dressed as a vicious female partner, but was spoiled by the blackened boss]

Ruan Tang was brought to the 1970s by the system, and her family loved her as a treasure.

Lack of supplies? Her space is full of supplies, and the system can even draw prizes!

White lotus mother and daughter rushing to die? Teach them to be human again in minutes.

All the family members have a miserable fate? She wants to build a better future for them.

Treating illnesses and saving people, slaughtering scumbags in the face. As a result, I accidentally exerted too much force, and all the family members became bosses.

The only thing that bothered her was that the blackened boss who was reborn always felt that she was coveting his beauty.

[Group favorite + era + strong female strong male strong + Shuang Jie + Su Shuang without abuse]

- Description from novelbuddy

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William was but an ordinary man—until fate saw fit to thrust him fifteen years into the past. Yet, this was no mere journey through time; he awoke not in his own flesh, but in that of the third son of Duke Herne, the most formidable noble in the realm.Now, amidst the glittering halls of power, where smiles conceal daggers and honour is but a well-spoken lie, William must navigate a world where commoners are naught but dust beneath the boots of the aristocracy. In this treacherous game of deception and ambition, he must learn quickly—for in the world of the nobility, ignorance is a death sentence----------------------------Hear ye, my loyal readers… From this day onward, updates shall be limited to three chapters per day—no more!Alas, my quill grows weary, and my stockpile of chapters runs thin. The weight of silence presses upon this tale, and my passion falters…I ask but a simple boon—Golden Tickets and a flood of reviews! Shall this humble plea go unanswered?.