MTL - The People of the Motherland Are Coming, Fortunately, I Am Superman of Doomsday - Chapter 26 Severance with the Stark family

Kai of the Sorcerer’s Tower is one of the last mages left, barely surviving in a world ruled by creatures of the dark — where the era of mages ended, and most of the lands got contaminated with dead mana. To save his world and fulfil his master’s last wish, he put himself through a forbidden ritual, risking his soul being ripped into pieces to make his way into the past. In an era with abundant mana — an era yet to enter the Golden Era of Magic. Things go wrong, of course, as they always do, and he finds himself thousands of years before the world fell to mana contamination — in the body of a young lord, Arzan. All is not well, though, as the young lord was murdered by someone right at the cusp of a beast wave threatening the territory, while larger threats loom on the horizon. There was a lot to do for Kai to regain his former strength in this time of primitive technology, but then again, he might just be able to change that.

To pick is to choose. This is a story about choices. Three thousand world full of gods and demons, with a daoist scroll in your hand, you are able to control the entire universe…

At the beginning of time, a mystical meteor came crashing down from outer space and scattered all over the world. A piece of it landed in the Eastern Continent. There were mysterious totems carved upon the meteor. Through viewing these totems, the humankind comprehended the Dao and established the Orthodoxy.

Several thousand years later, the fourteen years old orphan Chen Changsheng left his master to cure his illness and change his fate. He brought a piece of marriage vow with him to the capital, thus began the journey of a rising hero.

The text is over! [The full-level gangster protects the short heroine vs the black-bellied gangster gangster male protagonist] Stormy pet 1v1

The daughter of the Yun family, who had been lost for twelve years, faced a problem as soon as she returned to Jiangcheng. If she did not fall in love, she would inherit hundreds of billions of property. In order not to inherit the family property, he and the prince pretended to be a fake couple, thinking that the well water would not make the river water. However

“Nan Nan, shout brother, I’ll make you whatever you want.”

“Nan Nan, sugar is sweet only when two people eat it together.”

… Qin Yao: “My wife has no power to tie the chicken, so she is not allowed to bully her.” Everyone looked at the woman in Qin Ye’s arms, and at the hundreds of people who were beaten on the ground and screamed, shivering!

Master Qin: “My wife doesn’t know anything from the countryside, so I have to let her.”

Later, famous painters, medical professors, scientists… all came to ask for advice.

Crowd: Aren’t you from the countryside, a bum who doesn’t know anything?

Later, bigwigs from all over the world paid high prices to poach people.

Master Qin took his wife into his arms and threw out countless black cards: “Look who has more money.”

the day of the interview

The reporter asked: “Is there any secret to chasing such a beautiful and versatile wife?”

“Be able to cook, be a hooligan, have a good appearance and a good figure, and more importantly, be physically strong!”

Deputy cp [Domineering pseudo-abstinence Captain Su vs Amorous Chu Fairy]

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