MTL - Rebirth Daughter Against the World - Chapter 1742 Is there a Qianshanyuan here?

When he did not know her true identity, he treated her very badly, he disliked her too much, she was not elegant enough, she was in the way...Only later did he realize that the woman was his legal wife! He repented, tried to recover her feelings, but she was determined to divorce him.

“I hope you don’t fall in love with me, because I won’t be taking responsibility,” warned the young man. “Don’t worry, I won’t fall in love with a body double,” the employer dully replied. Yet, both of them forgot what they had said.

As an underworld boss who has been in the ladder all the year round, You Feng specially uses various non-mainstream underworld decks to climb to the duel king of the ladder in one go.

Also known as a cancer.

I didn’t expect to cross into the mixed world of DM, GX and 5DS!

You Feng defeated the major powerhouses with absolute capital, seized their cards, and then began to research and combine all kinds of fancy tumor card groups.

The most important thing is that such a tumor, the guardian spirit is still the creator god of light! !

“Is this the God of Creation of Light? What!! It turned out to be You Feng’s?” Muto Game.

“You call the cancer a **** god?” Haima Lairen’s mouth twitched.

“I never take the initiative to pull out screws! Except for facing You Feng! It’s too poisonous.” Do not move Yu Xing.

“What kind of dark dueling elf, how can You Feng be scary?” Youcheng Shidai.

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I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.