MTL - The Inverted Dragon’s Scale - Chapter 807 Destroy the earth!

“I can’t believe my eyes. The ice lord actually kissed a man. God, help me!”

A mysterious car accident caused her to be bedridden for three years.

After Ning Qing woke up, she learned two things.

One was that her elder twin sister had died in a car accident three years ago.

The other was that she had already married someone.

Her husband was Nian Lie, the eldest son of the Yan family who owned the biggest conglomerate in Yan City.

He treated her as a substitute for her elder sister. While he put her through torture, he would tell her that he loved her with reddened eyes.

Initially, Ning Qing wanted to divorce him, but later on, she indulged in his ambiguous love.

Until she stood outside the wedding venue where he was about to marry another woman.

Her heart was dead. Nothing was worth holding back anymore.

She wanted to escape, but she was unwilling to let him live the rest of his life peacefully.

Hence, under the reporters’ flashing lights, she stepped onto the bridge and jumped off with her nearly due baby…

The entire world knows that the heir of the Jiang family is smitten with Miss Lu, but Miss Lu doesn't see it that way.Lu Jing thinks Jiang Ye has too many unbearable traits and doesn't want to indulge him.One day,the heir runs to the Lu residence.“Lu Jing, when will you finally grant me a formal status?”“Lu Jing, don't accept their things, whatever you want I will give you!”“Lu Jing, you are mine, and you can only ever belong to me in this lifetime!”Lu Jing: “Scram~ Stop disturbing my sleep!”(1v1, reunion after separation, pursuing wife to the crematorium.)

I smile. I know I smile. I just don't know when.“Entropy?” After all, the blood in my veins dried up decades ago, only dust remains.“Ephemera?” My begging longingness—all of my dreams, devoured by void. Left is but an empty shell—hollow inside.“Life?” Paradox.“Death?” Cold, but equal for all. Just like the blood in my heart's arteries and veins— frozen—time immemorial.“Universe?” Its fabric—time and space, wrapped around like some illusion, a grand simulation—just like that dream...faint, but there.“Dream?” I couldn't tell...very...disorderly like chaos, like silhouette in the mist, hard to capture, it's memory very faint.“Home?”“Home?”“Are you there?”...***Reality fiction.