Shoujo Grand Summoning - Chapter 1746: Collecting the blood of different people as an interest?

Her first encounter with Qin Sijue is an unexpected one. While trying to hide from her pursuers, she accidentally barges into his changing room. Yet, their paths crosses again fatefully—after a fake marriage, she legally becomes his bride. She imagines that they will only interact before the agreement ends, after which they would have nothing to do with each other. However, Qin Sijue comes over with two red booklets—their wedding certificate. “Take them for an appraisal and see if they’re real”.

A person from our world is transported into the universe of the Avatar animated series. The protagonist's adventures begin in the Spirit World, in a form familiar to this world.“So this is the afterlife. It's not what I imagined. Strangely, my memory remains, but it feels one-sided—all the information is impersonal. No name, no loved ones, as if they never existed. I remember being a middle-aged man when, for some unknown reason, I ended up here. My entire life flashed before my eyes, but the emotions I once felt are gone...”Покорение стихий by EvopalanTranslated with LLMNote: when translated terms like magic / mage / magician were used instead of bending / bender / and chiI'm going through fixing the issueIf you want to support me and get exclusive transitions check out my patreon.com/PHINJO just getting started more to come.Planning on making creating an audio series for the fanfic.

Xia Changge is a timid and honest cultivator who has practiced for thirty years without even killing a chicken.

His ordinary life changed after he was killed because his fellow Daoist next door went out to seek opportunities, and begged Xia Changge to help take care of his wife and daughter…

Longevity flow, independent family flow.

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