Can You Mend My Broken Heart? - Chapter 532: Honeymoon begins - 2

Cultivation is about refining oneself and one's heart.The heavens and earth are the furnace, creation is the work, yin and yang are the carbon, the myriad paths are the copper, and with a steadfast Dao heart, one can refine a Primordial Dao Fruit.Refining pills, refining tools, refining formations, refining talismans, refining swords, refining souls, refining medicine, refining plagues, refining demons, refining devils, refining the heart, refining worlds, refining the Dao...Everything in nature can be refined!This is what Xuan Qing says.If you provoke him, he will even refine the Heavenly Dao to show you!Of course, this all began the day he joined the Jie sect...

Lin Lan traveled to the world of Ultraman Zeta, and he also obtained the template of Ultraman Saiga, one of the four mysterious Olympic Games.

Just when he was about to rely on the system to fight the whole universe, he met Sister Zhou who also came through time travel, and the whole battle was live broadcasted to the original world.

Since then, no matter whether it is this world or the original world, people can’t sit still…

Zeta: Senior Saiga is the most powerful Ultra warrior in my heart!

Sailo: I can become Saiga without me! ? Then I go?

Countless netizens: “Fuck, there is a Saiga in the Zeta world!?”

“Saiga Tameow can also use the Cosmic Eudemons Fist!?”

“Wait, what happened to Noah’s hellfire?! And the power of Aurora, the legend of sparks??”

“This Saiga, something is wrong!”

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Her parents died in planned accident by her uncle. They used her in every way they can. They planned to sue her so she wont take her fathers company back. They want to destroy her life making her penniless. No one knows that she is the not the same girl who was played as puppet in their hands. Five years changed her a lot. Now she is a hidden genius still acting pityfull to take revenge.

Behind the calm smile lies a heart riddled with scars.Beneath the weight of fate burns an unyielding gaze.A body trapped in the abyss of despair—if it reaches out, can it grasp the light called hope?A soul locked upon the rack of destiny—if it prays sincerely, can it embrace the future called redemption?