MTL - Master of Exotic Planting - Chapter 293 Honor the world and die with your wife!

When the research and development of various black technologies in the winery fell on Ye Genyi, he said that his position was a bit crooked.

Gin: “icewine…”

“Hey, this is the latest tracking software, it only takes 20 seconds to find the target…”

ps: This book is easy + crime solving + daily type

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Wang Guorui traveled to Taiwan in 1895, and obtained a super gold finger—the Red Police Base.

Since then, the whole world has been changed.

The Emperor of Japan: “He must be eliminated, otherwise our great Japan will never have peace!”

The Russian Tsar: “Please stop fighting. I will marry my daughter to you and cede Siberia as a dowry.”

British Prime Minister: “Why did I wake up and the navy of the British Empire is no longer the number one in the world?”

German Emperor: “Dear and brave German soldiers, please persevere, our Eastern allies are coming soon!”

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He said: “My only wish is for you to disappear from my sight forever.”

Song Youran deeply loved Xie Jingchuan because of the warmth he unintentionally gave her. But she knew that Xie Jingchuan didn't love her, so she spent five years trying to make him fall in love with her. However, the result was that Xie Jingchuan hated her more and more every day. Looking back, Song Youran finally chose to ‘disappear’ from Xie Jingchuan’s world …

Everyone thought that Song Youran had died. Only Xie Jingchuan believed that Song Youran must still be living a peaceful life in a certain corner of the world. Previously, he thought that once Song Youran disappeared, he would be happy. However, when the misunderstanding was finally revealed, this was the first time that Xie Jingchuan truly felt heartbroken.

Even if love and hate were to be forgotten over time, could she fall for him again as if she had never been hurt by him?

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.