Return of The 8th Class Mage - Chapter 161

Qiao Xia, as TVE’s new entertainment reporter, had a good timing. She accidentally filmed her female cousin and her own fiancee’s scandal. And after one misfortune, a second misfortune got added ! When fighting helplessly alone, Qiao Xia, the pure and innocent little white rabbit, suddenly met the charming and arrogant male god – TVE’s crown prince Mu Liang.

Male God: Marry me.

Male God: I have a house, a car, a good looks, and also an unparalleled IQ. Where will you find such a good man?

Male god: My IQ is 130. Marry me, and you will never be defeated !

Qiao Xia: …So I’m afraid that means you’re not a fool ?

But when she fell in love with the male god and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, the male god retracted…

Anrgy Qiao Xia : What kind of male god are you, you simply are a scumbag!

Male God: Alright, since you want to get married, I will be a bit unfair to you and marry you.

What Qiao Xia didn’t know was that the male god had kept her in his heart for more than ten years.

“I am your cloud, on which you can stand for the rest of your life, with which do whatever you want, on which you can watch the world’s scenery. Even if you fall, it will fall on me. I will stay with you even in danger.”

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In the last life, Lin Yu Tong chose to fly with Shen Jun for his own happiness, whereby he ended up creating an irreparable regret for a lifetime. However, such a contribution has not been able to exchange the happiness of a lifetime. Shen was derailed and Lin Yu Tong had an accident.

My name is Charlemagne Theron, yes, that’s right, that’s the Theron you think of, and Ajan Lor’themar is my younger brother.

Don’t call me Daqiang, or I guarantee you will be beaten to three quarters to death. As a reliable time traveler, I will tell you responsibly, I…

“Charlemagne, what are you muttering, today is the day when my younger brother will inherit the position of Ranger General, you don’t want to be used by Cirvanas and Vereesa Hurry up when the arrow hits your nostril.”

“…Okay, my dear Alleria, here we go.”

When the two walked away holding hands, an imperceptible figure appeared on the spot.

“Brother, I wish you a happy Shura field.”

I am Charlemagne Theron, I have led the people to participate in the orc war, defeated the ancient gods and the second fool, I also fought against the Burning Legion, and I have made contributions to Azeroth , I bring salt for myself.

(PS: Don’t call me Daqiang, unless you want to grow an arrow from a certain key part behind you.)

When humans step into the Galactic Era, the ancient art of cultivation thrives once again.