Don't confiscate my identity as a human race - Chapter 1338 - 832: Lanci’s Big Grey Cat

Overnight, Tangning became a big slave owner in the southern United States with three large plantations and hundreds of black slaves who could be driven at will.

Tangning was very satisfied with the result of such a time-travel, but then he sadly discovered that he could only enjoy three years of such a good life, because three years later would be the “Civil War”, what should he do after this?

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A perfumer from the 21st century met Xiao Shuang’er, and he felt that this was a marriage destined for him by God.
From then on, Xiao Shuang’er, who was loved by no one, was taken over by him.
Bring your little husband to make a fortune and live a life of love and love.
“Sanggong, I still want to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you made today.”
“Okay, okay, my husband will do it for you.”
Pre-mining ╮(╯_╰)╭
1. Xiao Shuang’er belongs to the weak-receiving category, and she is sweet and easy to overthrow.
2. There is a plot to have a child, but there should be only one little bun, just the sauce, after all, Gong is too painful for Xiao Shuanger, and I am afraid that he will hurt.

Content tags: sweet article, a match made in heaven
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The Great Norther Wall. The Dragon Knights. The Lords of the Winter Mountains. The Descendants of the Primordial Dragon. These are the various titles of the Grand Ducal Clan Ragnar, which boasted a rich, thousand year history. Theo Ragnar resolved himself to aiming for the throne of that very same clan. ‘These cursed chains weren’t something I could slip out of. They were meant to be broken with strength.’

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.