Protect Our Patriarch - Chapter 141Book 5: : Promotion! Wang’s Clan rises to the fourth rank

The young lady who was born in the Tang family and was sent to the Taoist temple for five years was brought back.

Everyone had their own thoughts and planned to welcome the tender, sickly and weak girl, but they did not want to see a bright little bald head.

He also followed them like a small tail all day long, saying that they were dying soon.

In this regard, the Tang family resisted at first, even if it is not cute and soft, it should not be a nonsense little magic stick!

Later, when she saw that the little girl was about to take action after turning the bad guy’s shame into anger, the crowd exclaimed, she held a small whisk in one hand and a small pink fist in the other to “convince people with virtue” for them.

The Tang family who gradually eat soft rice: Really fragrant!

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The wealthy Rong family has been inherited for a hundred years. It is rumored that there is a noble young master in this Fangshen mansion. He is dressed in Tang suit and has Buddhist beads around his wrists. Everyone is afraid.

One day, on the reclining chair under the pear tree in the courtyard, a pile of plush yarn was placed on the lap of the boy who had always been calm and intelligent.

The guards wondered, this little young master did not touch the spring water with his ten fingers.

Just listen to this gentle question: I’ve been thinking about it, or a plush hat to keep warm, do you think the pink one looks good today, or the colorful one?

Guard: ? ? ?

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Rong Qing knew from a young age that she was different, that she was too hostile, and that she always wanted to get close.

Until she met Tang Jin holding a small whisk, pressing the ghost on the ground with a hammer, and the ghost fled everywhere, she still remembered that the sea of ​​suffering is endless.

Later, Rong Qing touched the other party’s small bald head, and smiled and pulled her hand: How about going through a pass today, brother?

For the sake of you being so good-looking, Xiao Nian is holding hands, softly and reservedly: Yes.

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The moment the little tyrant of the nobles, Roel Ascart, saw his stepsister, he recalled his memories. He realized that he was in the world of a gal game he played in his previous life. To make things worse, he was the greatest villain in the common route of the game!

“I’ll be killed by the main character and the four capture targets ten years from now. Is there still any hope for me?”

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Till a voice finally sounded in his head.

【Welcome to the House Resurgence System】

It is the turn of the century and humanity has ignorantly stepped into the starry space to lay themselves bare under the eyes of gods. The young man Luo Nan bears the sins of his forefathers. He walks out of a laboratory and is seen holding burning notes up high, his feet treading on the bones of gods. A myriad of living beings are formatted in writing. Universes are added and deleted in the star records.

The day the city fell, Feng Yun was treated by her father as a spoil of war and presented to the enemy general.Everyone pitied her, soon to be a captive, plunging into a fiery pit.Yet she veiled the little donkey cart that took her out of the city tightly, daring not to let anyone see the secret delight in her heart…As a child, she behaved oddly and spoke startling words, once predicting a war in which the whole army was wiped out, nearly being burned to death by her clan as a demon.When she grew up, her beauty was out of the world, but she was rejected by her husband's family.In the period of chaos and disorder everywhewe, where could a female captive go?“I do not seek a devoted partner to grow old with; I merely wish to rule unrivaled in this life.”In her previous life, Feng Yun was always the one being scorned by others; in this life, she decided to strike first, turning the tables on each and every one of them, those so-called unreachable flowers and beasts in gentleman's clothing, those degenerates… all to be scorned in return.