MTL - Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife - Chapter 1193 Diary from later generations

[Love After Marriage x Chasing Wife Crematorium]

Su Qian and Lu Mingxiu had been married for three years, and she acted as his favorite substitute, without any complaints or regrets.

Until one day, she learned that his first love was going to return to the country, she suddenly woke up, hid the sprouting and heart palpitations in time, and prepared to divorce and leave.

Unexpectedly, on the day of the divorce, Lu Mingxiu had a car accident and lost his memory.

After losing his memory, he insisted that the two were true love and refused to divorce.

Crazy for his wife, crazy for his wife, banging against the wall for his wife.

someday.

Su Qian discovered that Lu Mingxiu had no memory loss at all, and had been lying to her all the time.

Decided to draw the sword and cut off the relationship and start a career with peace of mind.

Insist on getting a divorce.

Lu Mingxiu’s set of operations was as fierce as a tiger, and he found that he had succeeded in killing his wife.

The road to chasing his wife was long, and finally he had an epiphany——

#sincere, less routine

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A heaven-defying ring that allows objects to be brought back from games into reality!

Before ‘Dawn’ was released, it already obtained the status as the ‘second earth’. Jiang Fei, a young teen who loves games came into the world and quickly rose up in power, status and fame. With his unmatched skills, he decimated all foes that oppose him. However, such rise would attract the attention of many, even as he tried to play everything off as low-key, something just don’t work out as plan…

“If trying to keep myself away from the spotlight no longer works, then come! Let the world know of my existence!” – Jiang Fei

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(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…