Remould the Glory of Sword Art - Chapter 1311 - 208: Devouring a Brother, Part 2

I don’t know how to write an introduction. The few times I wrote it before, the more I wrote it, the more ugly it became. Let’s keep it simple:

This is a Marvel fan novel, with a little added Hong Kong manga elements, if you haven’t read Hong Kong manga, it won’t affect the reading experience.

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Because he was too afraid of death, he put all his points into health value.Transmigrating into a cultivation game, Fan Wubing ended up with the most useless physique,【Heavenly Disabled Body】: Every five years, suffers damage equal to 99.99% of maximum health. Because it has no positive effects, players call it the planner's sadistic humor.Having just died once, Fan Wubing didn't want to die a second time like that, so he began frantically collecting anything related to healing items, putting all points into health value, and swore to turn his red Blood Bar black!

Synopsis: 【Era + Rebirth + Educated Youth + Rough Husband's Devotion + Child Rearing】In her previous life, Su Xiaoxiao unwittingly led disaster into her home, resulting in the demise of her entire family through a series of “accidents.”Upon her rebirth, she vowed to make those who had harmed them pay a bitter price!She was determined to love wholeheartedly the vengeful Jiang Yexun, who was willing to squander his vast wealth and even risked his life for her vengeance.But there was a peculiar issue with her body – she couldn’t seem to control it.Whenever she was near Jiang Yexun, an irresistible urge for intimacy took over.Jiang Yexun clenched his teeth and said, “I've given you a chance to run!”Su Xiaoxiao embraced the man's waist and playfully retorted, “Run from what? A real man should act, not just talk!”Jiang Yexun pressed down on the provoking girl, “Alright then, let's act!”After marriage, Su Xiaoxiao, nursing her sore waist that hadn’t straightened since, tearfully recognized one undeniable fact – you must not provoke a rough-and-tough husband like him.

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading,I held on without surrender.Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light,I became a knight, resolute and bright.