Goddess Helps Me Simulate Cultivation - Chapter 450 - Fourth Level of the Soul

What if your own father and his mistress were behind your mother’s death? What if you were about to be sold if to a scumbag?

Witnessing her ex-boyfriend and best friend getting together, Isabella Weaver impulsively decided to have a flash marriage!After the wedding, Isabella led a more thrilling life.The neighbor's dog bit her, and the next day the neighbor disappeared and the dog was missing.Her boss harassed her, and the next day the company was emptied and the boss vanished.The principal wanted to expel her, and the next day the school was closed and the principal disappeared.Her biological father hit her, and the next day the house was gone with her father and stepmother both missing!Isabella was a bit panicked. Just who was this husband she randomly picked up on the street?“Sir, could you please introduce yourself? I can't handle too much shock!”The man calmly replied, “My identity, your husband, the rest, unimportant.”(The most pampering and sweetest on the entire internet! There's none like it! After reading this book, you won't need to eat sweets because—you'll be sweetened to death.)

“I’ve repeatedly emphasized that the atmosphere in the cultivation world is inherently skewed, not skewed by me. It’s said that history is written by the victors, so why am I still being slandered when I’ve won?” Lu Yang, the Sword Immortal, said in an interview with reporters, expressing great anger.The next day.“I’ve repeatedly emphasized that the atmosphere in the cultivation world is skewed by me. History is written by the victors, and I won!” Lu Yang, the Sword Immortal, said in an interview with reporters, expressing great anger. —《Cultivation Daily》 reports for you.

“Let’s get a divorce,” Chen Jinyao said.

She knew that she was only a supporting character in this novel world. The male lead only married her as a business relationship and, sooner or later, the female lead of the story would eventually show up.

If Chen Jinyao was indecisive about leaving, only heartbreak would follow.

Something pulled her thin white wrist, and next thing she knew, she was pushed down and pressed against a pillow. Yan Cheng’s peach blossom eyes bored into her in discontent as he declared, “Only in your dreams!”

After spending a colorful night, she was too tired to lift a finger.

When she fell asleep in Yan Cheng’s arms, she had a dream.

In her dream, she had turned 80 years old.

But can someone tell her why she still hadn’t left the marriage at that age?