Open a Street Stall and Sell Vigorously - Chapter 487 - don’t see each other again

Su Chen lost his sight in an unfortunate, unanticipated encounter. He was unwilling to give up despite suffering one of the most tragic fates possible in the human realm and fought on. Su Chen wants to use his own efforts to create a completely new destiny, both for himself and for mankind!

In her previous life, she loved a prince who didn’t love her back. She was framed and her heart was torn out. After rebirth, she wanted to live unrestrainedly, but accidentally married Ling Chen, the Fourth Prince who was calculating, manipulative, and had bad reputation.

Conspiracy, hypocrisy, greed, framing, blackmail, she took them all one by one. Getting a big payoff for a small effort, love is like a sharp knife!

Lan Ling: Why did Wangye climb over the wall and come to my room?
Ling Chen: Why do you think I’m here?
Lan Ling: Does Wangye likes climbing to someone else’s bed in the middle of the night?
Ling Chen: Presumptuous! How is this someone else’s bed?

- Description from Novelupdates

After losing his job, Bai Liu became involved with an unstoppable horror live streaming game full of various monsters and players with killer intent.

Initially, everyone thought Bai Liu was just an ordinary person who strayed into the game.

Later, they realized it was this game that welcomed its god with victory and a laurel crown. It said to Bai Liu, “Welcome home.”

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.