Romance RPG - Part Twenty-five

In her seven years of marriage, she and her husband click perfectly well, sharing a loving and sweet relationship.However, in the end, all of this was just a mirage.She had given up everything for the sake of her marriage, only to be killed by her husband's meticulous planning.That day, Lu Manman died in a car accident while less than two months pregnant. All her assets fall in her husband's hands. Luckily, God helps her.After the car accident, she is reborn by accident. When she opens her eyesagain, she is back to when she was still unmarried.Lu Manman's sharp eyes narrow and her bloodthirsty smile is like a poppy flower, magnificent and peerless. Facing the person who knocked her down inher previous life, she makes a shocking request for compensation: Marry me.The man smiled: I'm the man with the worst reputation in the city.However, she doesn't care. In this life, she wants to break off the engagement with the scumbag and expose all his schemes to protect her family.After she gets married, she realizes that this man with the worst reputationdoesn't seem to be what the rumors say?

If Ke Xun could do it again, he would have never left his house to go out and flirt with guys, even if it would mean getting beaten to death.

Weren’t they supposed to have just been taking shelter from the rain in a museum and looking at some erot*c paintings while they were at it? Why…did they enter the world inside a painting?!

Mu Yiran: Every single one of us is acting out a role in the painting.

Ke Xun’s eyes lit up: How do we get into an erot*c painting?

Mu Yiran gave him a long, drawn-out look: Shut your eyes and lie down.

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Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.

“Thanks for the invite, I’m in New York, just got off the plane.” Du Wei realized he had traveled through time. Having no choice, he had to resume his old trade and opened a psychological consultation clinic, but the patients seeking psychological advice were all a bit strange...