Turns Out To Be a Genius Duelist - Chapter 252: 60 days (3)

In the Sacred Lust Continent, where hundreds of Power Clans flourish – each boasting their unique Sacred Powers – lies the Starlight Family from Southern Lust.

Within this clan, Han Li was born without a Starlight spark in his soul; nobody cared for him except his Mother, Yue Li. Only she had been his constant.

Nothing seemed special about him.

But destiny had a different plan for him. On the day of his 18th birthday, everything about him changes as he unexpectedly acquires the Demonic Lust Sutra...

But his life didn't change due to the Sutra, but something entirely different—he saw something nobody had, nobody should.

Moreover, his mom has a cheat much more potent than his?!

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Twenty-six years, Jiang Yun experienced three things:
girlfriend Qin Zhao cheated;
quit his job;
Another new love.

【You are the fireworks of the world and boundless obsession】

Demining:
1. Do it first and then love the text. Jiang Yun and Lu Nian didn’t care about it in the early stage (emphasis added), so why not talk about feelings, and Lu Nianzhi and Qin Zhao are friends. That is, Qin Zhao cheated, Jiang Yun found another new love (who had broken up), and Lu Nianzhi was digging.
2. The clean party is careful to enter, Jiang Yun has an ex-girlfriend.
3. The broken mirror does not reunite, and Lu Nianzhi’s he, abusive scum text.

Content tags: Encounter by fate Near water towers Heaven made synthetic growth
Search keywords: Protagonist: Jiang Yun, Lu Nianzhi ┃ Supporting role: Qin Zhao ┃ Others:
One-sentence introduction: abused scum, broken mirror will not be reunited
Purpose: Get out of frustration, keep improving, and become self-reliant

- Description from novelbuddy

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