Spirit Vessel - Chapter 3: Holy Saint Treasure (2)

Yu Linglong is the shu (born of a concubine) daughter in a general’s family. Since her mother was only a tribute dancer, her position is the lowest of the low. She used to live with her mother outside the father’s residence, and they only received some monthly money from him. He didn’t bother seeing them. But when her mother dies, she moves into the general’s residence.

A mysterious black card issues a different amount of money each week and Shi Lei must spend it all within a week’s time. Otherwise, he will be welcomed by the black card’s punishments.

“Spending money is really tiring.” —- Shi Lei said.

“I will set a small goal first, such as spend a hundred million……” —- Shi Lei said in self-satisfaction.

“The one thing I regret the most in life is having infinite money to burn without a choice.” —- Shi Lei finally said.

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Wen Su wore a dog-blooded lily article and became the wife of the heroine Bai Yueguang who was about to divorce.

As the heroine of Bai Yueguang, Chu Jingshu has a beautiful face, is mature, stable, noble and elegant, and manages a listed company, a real national goddess.

And Wen Su, a arrogant and arrogant vase star who is black all over the Internet.

Seeing the charming Chu Jingshu with thin waist and long legs, Wen Su touched her little heart and swore, “I will definitely hold on to myself, and I will never disturb the heroine to pursue her!”

Then she broke her word.

Chu Jingshu: Are you still divorced?
Wen Su: Don’t leave, don’t leave, the heroine, go away, don’t touch my wife!

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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.