MTL - Rebirth: Back To 1991 As the Richest Man - Chapter 11 BP machine

Xu Anran did not know that her husband Qin Xiaokun was a wolf in sheep's clothing until she died.

He deceived her feelings with affectionate illusions, conspired to seize her family property, harmed her family, and in the end, he ran her over in his car in order to be with his true love justifiably.

After she opened her eyes again, Xu Anran returned to the day she married Qin Xiaokun five years ago.

Those scumbags better not think about touching the things that belonged to her in this lifetime!

What she suffered in her previous life would be avenged one by one.

She walked up to Qin Xiaokun's rival Jiang Rongyan in front of everyone and asked him with a smile, “Mr. Jiang, would you like to marry me?”

Behind him were the unpleasant expressions of the Qin family.

He thanked her for the invitation. This would be the cuckolding version of the face-slap script specially customized for Qin Xiaokun.

-Xu Anran wanted to stay away from relationships in this life, but she did not expect that after the agreed marriage expired, the man refused to let her go now!

Jiang Rongyan, “You want to flee after you finished using me? Heh, you're dreaming.”

“Is this a game, or did aliens make me time-travel?”

“It’s terrifying, people who die in the game actually die in the real world!”

“Damn, the whole city is mine, and there are still things that can be brought from the game to the real world, it’s just…”

Song Jian aimlessly wandered through the empty city, accompanied only by mutated zombies and monsters. His only goal now was to survive in such a zombie-infested Doomsday City.

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