MTL - My Wife, Something is Wrong - Chapter 699 Qingzhou's baby, Xiaoyue's excitement

The poor aristocrat Viola suddenly received an unexpected marriage proposal from the prestigious noble household of Duke Physalis. An average noble daughter and the handsome duke. She had been confused, thinking that nothing made sense, but the duke had his own personal reasons. A political marriage with ulterior motives, both having their own circumstances. Will this path lead to happiness or sorrow?

Zhang Siyi, a graduate student of architecture department went back from overseas seeking for work, he had a heated fight with his ex-girlfriend in a cafe. Angered, his ex-girlfriend was about to splash a cup of coffee in his direction but he managed to dodge it. As he stepped back, the misfortune was met by the handsome guy next table instead.

Ye Chen transmigrated to a fantasy world by chance. He was well-aware of how dangerous this world was, so he kept a low profile and quietly cultivated in Xuantian Holy Land. He tried his best not to get involved in any affairs for fear of getting caught up in any vendetta.

If he encountered problems that he could not run away from, he would ensure that he annihilated all his opponents as swiftly as possible.

He showed no regrets for staying aloof and no remorse for killing his enemies.

Hundreds and thousands of years later, Ye Chen’s disciples were domineering existences in the world, and their influences spread far and wide. On the other hand, Ye Chen was steadfast to his principle of not drawing any attention to himself.

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One day, the Heavenly Path experienced significant changes, and all the demons and gods throughout history attacked Ye Chen simultaneously. Ye Chen was forced to defend himself.

He drew out his sword and easily eradicated all the demons and gods, resulting in the collapse of the Heavenly Path.

Ye Chen blinked his eyes in disbelief and said, “Was that all?”

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.