My Wife is a Psychic - Chapter 145 - 145 Saved Her Life

Mu Xuan traveled through the dangerous world of beastmasters. Fortunately, after successfully contracting beastmasters, he awakened two golden fingers one after another: blood extraction and fusion, and information panel!

So, Mu Xuan extracted his blood, designed the evolution route of the strongest beastmaster, and became the strongest beastmaster!

The world is at my feet, and the stars are not out of reach!

Ice Crystal Spirit → Ice Crystal Frost Dragon → Dyeing Embers Frost Dragon → Jie Embers Star Dragon!

Space Tanuki → Void Dragon Weasel → Leaping Sky Dragon Weasel → Heavenly God Dragon Weasel!

Heavenly Secret Illusory Butterfly…→…→…Nine Deaths Returns to the Reincarnation Butterfly!

Destroy the Demon Bear…

Holy Spirit Make…

Sun Golden Crow…

time old man…

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The ascension pill tribulation descended, and when Zhu Fei woke up, he found himself reborn into the body of a wasteful illegitimate son from a prominent family.Facing the bullying and provocation of others, will he still remain timid and weak like before?Faced with his frailty, what changes will he make?See how a useless person counters all odds, and step by step, with an arrogant and domineering posture, ultimately reaches the pinnacle!

[Mature Content:]Alaric was too close to Nicolette.Her mouth was just inches away from his.He could smell the lavender on her skin, the heat radiating from within her.But he held back, refusing to be carried away by her charm…“Mr. Allens…” she purred, and he looked down at her.Her eyes widened with desire, and he knew, in that moment, that if he wanted to kiss her, she would let him.The last thing he wanted was commitment. He knew that Nicolette didn’t want that either.But why was she this tempting?So willing?It was that willingness that confused him.She blinked, then swallowed as she pulled the jacket off her shoulders. His eyes lingered on her exposed neck.God.He just wanted to bury his mouth in that hollow spot.“Here,” Nicolette said calmly, extending the jacket to him.He took the jacket, his hand brushing hers just a second. She flinched, her face turning pink as she clutched the towel against her chest.His stomach flipped at the sight.If only that towel would give way to…Before he could stop himself, Alaric pressed his arousal against her stomach, pushing her against the wall, cornering her.She gasped at the sudden movement and for a moment, he lost his mind.“Cole…” he breathed, crushing himself against her.Her eyes gleamed with desire and a vulnerability that rocked him to his core.He would be foolish not to give in to this feeling.But he would also be a fool if he did.She had chosen to marry him.Not her boyfriend.And definitely not Lucian Crawford.Yet, he couldn't help it.She was only his for a year.But still…***************When her business and the gallery she inherited from her mother burn to the ground, Nicolette Voss is determined to rebuild—and get revenge on her father.She turned to her father’s rival, Alaric Allens, for an alliance.Alaric is willing to help, but on one condition—she must be his wife for a year.They called him Ruthless Alaric after an infamous incident 6 years ago. Alaric is back in town, and so are the crumbs of his past. But he is determined to change everything with a wife.He has his hidden agenda.She needs her revenge.But will this marriage between storm and steel survive the heat? And what will they do when deep secrets threatens to destroy them both?

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.”