Following a Hundred Years of Cultivation, I'm dying Before I Got Cheats - Chapter 1227 - : Ten Thousand Years of Cultivation, Breaking Through to True Immortal, Part 2

The new novel “Chase Marriage 99 Times: Young Master Nong is Spoiled” has started with an absolutely sweet pampering the...The new novel “Chase Marriage 99 Times: Young Master Nong is Spoiled” has started with an absolutely sweet pampering theme![Sweet pampering novel] Young Master Yan spent two hundred million yuan to marry a wife as beautiful as a flower, a story known all around the country.Master Yan's wife, worth two hundred million, ran away just a few days after their wedding. This shameful act is known only to heaven, earth, him, and her.Five years later, Master Yan received a call from Express Delivery, saying a cutie was delivered and asked for his signature!Master Yan looked at the mini version of himself in front of him, “Kid, who are you?” The mini Master Yan glanced at him, “I am the father of your grandchild!”Master Yan held his forehead, everyone says he's crazy, but how come this little boy is even crazier than him?!“Who is your Mommy?” Master Yan asked in a much gentler tone this time. After all, this kid is clearly his own blood!The young master sneered, his youthful little hand pointed fiercely at his belly, “You're so stupid! My Mommy is your grandchild's grandmother!”The fortune teller said that he has two nemesis in his life; one undoubtedly is her. And this one in front of him, undoubtedly, is the other one.

Her sister steal her lover

She thought it was a dream

after rolling and waking

Nightmare Reality

Her loved ones, her love, her life

They were all trapped in that big fire

burned to ashes

The strongest King of Soldiers returns to the city of flowers, becoming his fiancée's cohabiting bodyguard!

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.