Endless Debt - Chapter 146 - 94: Ace Combination

“You saved me, to repay you, I decided to devote myself to you!”An Ran just did a good deed casually, but was entangled by this black-bellied, ice-cold face.“No... no need, I'm still young,” An Ran sweat madly inside, waving her hands repeatedly.The man, however, was very serious: “I will wait for you to grow up.”But, isn't your image of throwing a tantrum too unbearable to watch?Didn't you say you were like Cold-faced Yama, aloof and abstinent, with an eight-thousand-meter glacial demeanor?A certain brotherhood wiped a bitter tear and said, what's the big deal about throwing a tantrum? Neglecting friends for love, betraying friends for affection, and always have to be ready to be fed dog food. They just want to ask, such a brother, can we return him?

She just took a nap in the lounge, and when she opened her eyes, she was dressed as a fat country girl who was illiterate in ancient times.

Not to mention delicious and lazy, he is still domineering in the village.

No one wanted to marry her in the eight townships of ten miles, so she finally bought a golden tortoise-in-law.

In a rage, the old bully went down the road and kidnapped a husband for her.

It’s just… Dad, isn’t there something wrong with what you kidnapped?

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After marriage, Fatty Su is very busy.

Busy transforming bully dad and bully brother.

Busy rescuing the beautiful god general husband.

Busy raising three little bullies, Xiaodouding.

Accidentally, she was busy becoming Dayan’s most powerful 1st rank mistress!

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We do not belong to the light nor do we belong to the darkness, we walk the line in between.

There will be no people singing our praises or bards retelling our heroism but we will have pride in our work.

– Law of the Demon Hunter, Prologue

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Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.