Sword Saints Should Go Tank - Chapter 525 - : Celestial body: sun

Aziz, a young orphan, had always known there was something different inside him. Despite the achievements and the luxury that surrounded him, he felt empty — as if something essential was missing.On a silent night, lost in thought, he fell asleep in search of answers.Little did he know that would be his last night in this world.——-Guys, this is my first time writing a novel. Support me with a gift if you can.

It was supposed to be her sister's wedding night, but she was schemed by her biological mother, drugged, and sent into her 'soon-to-be brother-in-law's' wedding car.When they first met, the man in the wheelchair was as dignified and cold as rumored. Just because she approached him slightly, he grabbed her neck, nearly choking her to death.'A woman marrying into the Fu family must rely on herself to survive, understand?'She nodded frantically, thinking that carefully pleasing him would allow them to live respectfully and peacefully like guests for a lifetime.Yet in the nights and days of accompanying him, she was thoroughly consumed, step by step falling into the trap he had long set.In this life, there is no escape; in this love, it moves the heart.

They were born with magic, raised in chaos, and trained in sarcasm.Now the royal kids are all grown up—and the world isn’t ready.Between family feuds, resurrected villains, and a five-year-old firebender with an attitude, the palace is basically a magical daycare with crowns. But when revenge hits home and the kids take charge, things get wild, weird, and a little too flammable.Royal duties? Nah.Sibling wars? Always.Saving the kingdom? Accidental.Welcome to the most dysfunctional, dangerously magical, and absolutely hilarious royal family you’ll ever meet.

Weary reader, it is an honor for you to choose this book in this heavy, dark library room.

Somewhat sadly, the book is sick.

Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of the book cover,

The words written in the old days are like parasites rooted in the pages of the book, hoping that someone can observe their wriggling,

To feel, to analyze, to touch the story of the disease.

If you insist on borrowing this book, be sure to check your physical condition regularly.

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