MTL - The Demon Lord of the Shadow Queen - Chapter 61 Contact Couwu Family

Zhang Yan worked tirelessly for three years, all to save money and buy a house.But in the end, he discovered that all his money had been secretly transferred by his fiancée to her ex-boyfriend to fund his startup.In his fury, the God-Level Choice System was activated.1. Forgive her and receive the title “Enduring Green Turtle.”2. “Who doesn’t have an ex?” Call my ex-girlfriend and say, “I regret it. I want to get back together with you.” Reward: 30 million yuan and a “1 Yuan House Purchase Voucher.”Was there even a choice to make!?Without hesitation, Zhang Yan called his ex-girlfriend and said, “I regret it. I want to get back together with you.”“I’ll be there right away.”Fifteen minutes later, a breathtaking beauty, scoring 99 out of 100, arrived in a Lamborghini… with a household registration book in hand.(The synopsis is a bit weak, please read the main story.)

Fu Shinan reincarnated an hour before the apocalypse. Fortunately, she received a system that could enhance everything! This made her a big shot in the terrifying apocalypse. To survive, she made the greatest amount of preparation in the shortest amount of time possible.

While taking revenge on scumbags and b*tches, she didn't forget when she rushed home to take her family with her in the previous lifetime. That was when she bumped into her fiance and stepsister having sex in bed. Her biological father even helped to hide it. In fact, he fed her to the zombies just to lure them away...

After reincarnating, she took revenge on these people and embarked on a new journey. Along the way, she met a well-rounded, handsome man, Ji Ju. Initially, she only wanted to live happily and not waste her life. However, she somehow became the owner of the largest base for survivors.

“Sorry, but I'm not interested in being the owner. I want to become the bigshot!” Fu Shinan exclaimed with a cold expression.

“Okay. In that case, I'll be the man who supports you. We'll set up the base and create a wonderful home for our future,” Ji Ju said.

Fu Shinan was enraged. She glared at the man who climbed atop her. “Get lost. Who would build a base on a bed?”

“Shh... I know you're tired. That's why we'll create our heir and let him do the work. You're still the big shot!”

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On a snowy night, a convoy of tribute from the Kingdom of Khotan was raided. Not one soul survived the attack. Feng Xiao, Second Commandant of the House of Blades, was ordered by the Emperor to investigate the matter in person.

On the distant border, a storm brewed as major forces gathered from all sides in Liugong Town. The strong rubbed shoulders with the strong; the skilled crossed paths with the skilled.

Here, the ever-successful Second Commandant Feng ran into a wall for the first time – all because of a feeble Taoist priest with ailing health.

Some things would never be known if no fights were ever picked. Only through their skirmishes did Feng Xiao realise that this sick bastard seemed to have way more aliases and personas than he himself ever did.

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In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.