Imparting My Cultivation To Beasts Gets Me 10,000X In Return! - Chapter 219 - The Battle Between Two People

[Group Pet + Double A + Paranoia + Shuang Wen + Chasing Girl Crematorium]

In the group favorite article, Nan Qiao is a female supporting role who has been robbed of the heroine’s halo, and is cast aside by her father, three brothers, grandparents, and friends.

The father wants to break away from her, the three older brothers only dote on the step-sister, and the patriarchal grandparents also dote on the stepmother’s daughter.

The fiance said: “Don’t stalk me, the person I love is Zhizhi.”

Father: “Nan Qiao, can you stop messing around, your sister is your savior.”

Brother: “Nan Qiao, I’m so disappointed in you.”

Second brother: “You actually hit your sister with your own hands, don’t you know that my sister is weak and can’t stand it?”

Third brother: “I didn’t expect you to be so heartless.”

Grandpa and grandma: “Let her get out, our Nan family doesn’t have such unworthy descendants!”

After being reborn, Nan Qiao suddenly came to her senses. Since you all dislike me and abandon me, then this time I won’t let you all go.

He turned around and inherited his grandfather’s billions of property, and was doted on by his seven elder brothers.

The bossy brother, the top-ranking second brother, the professor’s third brother…the buddies are crazily competing for favor.

Just when Nan Qiao was doing well, he was targeted by the top villain BOSS in the original text.

Huo Yichen pinched Nan Qiao’s chin, narrowed his narrow and deep eyes slightly, his eyes were cold and tired, “Why, you want to run away without taking responsibility for teasing me?”

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Just when Nan Qiao thought everything was over, her family members were reborn one after another and remembered the memories of her previous life just like her.

The family members who abused her thousands of times begged her to go home with red eyes and frenzied expressions.

“I’m sorry, Jojo, I was wrong”

Hurt. Bullied. Ignored. Boris decided to end his life in the most pathetic, cowardly way imaginable.But of course—how could even death go right for him?Fate, it seems, had other plans.Boris wakes up in another world, reborn as Kaden Warborn—the second young master of the Warborn family. A clan of glorious madmen who treat death like a family tradition.And wouldn’t you know it—death comes knocking again.[Congratulations, Host. You have awakened the Cycle of Rebirth System.][Core Principle: Die to grow stronger.][So go on, Host. Don’t be shy.][Court death.]…Excuse me?Armed with a system that rewards dying, surrounded by maniacs who treat funerals like festivals, Kaden Warborn begins his new life.Hopefully, this time, not like a coward.

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.[I am the seventh generation Nanomachine manufactured by Sky Cooperation, and I am operating as a central nerve connected to your brain.]“What? What are you talking about?”This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”[“I am the seventh generation Nanomachine.]“Nano Machine?”[Yes, Nanomachine.]The boy’s face hardened.Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.“Um, are you really Mashin?”The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”