MTL - Top Quality Beauty Cultivation System - Chapter 689 My painting has not been drawn yet.

Jasmine is the first daughter of the great Alpha Bale.Because of her status as a bastard child, she lives a life maltreated scrubbing floors and attending to the needs of her father, step mother, step siblings and the entire pack.But her life makes a drastic turn when she is switched in place for her father’s legitimate daughter to be married off to the Handsome and Cold hearted Alpha Xaden.Xaden is determined to punish Jasmine for the sins of her father who had massacred his entire family, even though she is nothing like her father.Hate slowly turns to desire, fierce passion and finally love.But what happens when Xaden discovers that Jasmine, was planted as a spy to bring his downfall and was not in fact the original princess he was promised to?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“Let this be a lesson to everyone. Royal or not, Alpha or Omega,” He declares. “You will steer clear of what is mine. In my own territory. In my pack.”With that, he tosses the bloodied arm aside and takes Jasmine away from their shocked gaze.

“Please sign a contract with me…” The cowardly and cute craftsman system thought that he had finally found the host in his mind: I don’t ask you to be ninety, sixty thousand years old, and an extra waste.
“But.” Qing Chuan, the seemingly gentle and amiable-looking new host, choked his fate while smiling, “I want to see the scenery at a high place, what’s the difference.”
A lonely, persistent, free and uninhibited soul, experiencing the ups and downs of life in different worlds, step by step out of the established destiny.
Life should be a carnival until death. Dreams are not dead, people are not dead.
And A and sassy bosses – daily soy sauce loyal dogs attack.
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The presence of the attacking gentleman is slightly lower.

The first world: It looks like an ordinary ancient times, but it hides the setting of the martial arts world. I’m sorry, I just want to be an official. (Finish)
The Second World: Through the 1960s, the butcher is really busy and doesn’t look for a partner, thank you. (Finish)
The third world: overhead modern, I cut clothes and wear needles orchid fingers, but I am a straight man, probably. (Finish)
The fourth world: travel through the 1970s, taste the country food, enjoy the tranquility of the years, and the world is worth it. (Finish)
Fifth World: I have a small idea, others can carry a botanical garden, why can’t I carry a monster shelter? (Finish)
The sixth world: parallel modern, entertaining human beings during the day, entertaining ghosts at night, I have wine, do you have a story? (Finish)
The Seventh World: Future Interstellar, a strange family with abnormal ethics, and the little cabbage whose father does not love and does not love turn against the wind. (Finish)
The Eighth World: Parallel Space, quests, help players who have been swept away by high-risk games survive at least one existential crisis. (Finish)
The ninth world: Western fantasy world, the great elf lord, please make the cursed land a paradise of life again. (Finish)
The tenth world: modern entertainment, the value of a star is not only beautiful appearance and excellent talent, but also conveys correct values ​​to the society, please work hard and be fresh. (Finish)
The last world: The malice from the high-latitude civilization shrouded the world. In the deepest part of the devil’s lair, there is a treasure that their taskers want to snatch – the world tree. Let’s go, warriors! (Finish)
Extra World: Farming in the countryside and raising a cat. The most rare thing in life is that your family and friends are safe and healthy, and you are always happy. (while in progress)

Content tags: Farming text Food Fast wear Shuangwen
Search keywords: protagonist: Qingchuan ┃ supporting role: Wei Ge ┃ others: system, fast wear, food, age, life flow, farming culture, entertainment circle
One sentence introduction: Addicted to upgrade unintentional love

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I don’t know the length of Hydra, or the depth of S.H.I.E.L.D.

I don’t know that Ant-Man has an outfit, and I don’t know that the Winter Soldier has an iron fist.

I don’t know that there is chaos in the Bliss Space, and I don’t know that Miss Xiaoyu wants to get married.

I don’t know if the walking corpse is cheating, I don’t know whose fault the alien is.

I don’t know the legend of mutants, I don’t know that Kryptonians can’t afford to provoke them.

I don’t know that Black Panther’s family has a mine, and I don’t know that Iron Man is a mess.

I don’t know what happened to Lei Shen’s family, and I don’t know that Thanos is thinking about making troubles.

He doesn’t know the past or the way forward, he only knows that he stands firm at the critical moment and cannot be cowardly.

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You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.