MTL - Longevity Gourd - Chapter 9 direct disciple

Waking up from a deep sleep, Lin Yue found herself having transmigrated into a peasant's new wife, and to make matters more complicated, she was a replacement for a deceased wife. The husband, over a decade older than her, had already lost two former wives. It wasn't so much a marriage; she had been sold to the family by her unscrupulous parents. Her fate was out of her hands. Before her stood one, two, three, four children, like a line of burdens, all gazing at her with blurry and hopeful eyes. Lin Yue felt an enormous pressure, “Thanks to Yuewen Book Review Group for providing review support!”

[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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Li Pu, who has the blood of a summoned beast, originally just wanted to lie down honestly, but found that his talent as a summoner seemed a bit unusual…

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The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”