Pregnant After Healing the Alpha - Chapter 661 - 650: Delivering Food to Qiao Jing Again

A Professional Transmigrator meets a newbie Regressor.

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He lived an average, fulfilling life and died of old age. The next moment, he opened his eyes as the Princess of Asmaria.

While looking forward to his new life, he died again.

And so began his 151,897,914th life as Samur Eckart.

Samur is a Professional Transmigrator- or so he says so, as he gets transmigrated into a new world every time he dies.

However, each time, his memories return only moments before his death. If he successfully survives, he gets to live that life, if he dies, well, he just moves on to his next moment of death.

Once again on the verge of death as Samur, he’s saved at the last moment by a young boy.

Surprise, surprise, the young boy is a Regressor.

As a man of honour, Samur intends to repay his debt then leave because the world is too inconvenient to live in.

Well, that’s what he thought, at least, but the Regressor and his friends are kind of… weird, and he can’t seem to get away at all?

However, not everything is as it seems. Samur’s whims have made him the part of an eternal lie.

Shadows dance in glee as they concoct a requiem far grander than anyone can imagine, while the Lights tremble in delight as the apocalypse threatens the Universe.

The dies have been cast, the play has been written, the characters are on the stage, and the sacrifices have been made.

And so, it’s finally time to let this game begin.

Reborn into an ancient world of hardship, Chen Qing became a scholar who toiled through ten years of cold study, finally achieving fame on the golden list. Just when he thought he'd join the ranks of the literati, marry a beauty, and reach the pinnacle of life, he suddenly found himself entangled in a bizarre and fantastical incident.It was also at that time that he discovered this world was far from simple—there were man-eating demons, heart-bewitching devils, and even the legendary immortals who could live forever but were exceptionally strange!What he found even more inconceivable was... these deadly things seemed... to all have been designed by himself!!!

On the first day Yuna became a class teacher, she became well-known in school because of her looks. On the second day of becoming a class teacher, a student secretly took photos of her with his phone and was called to the principal’s office with his Guardian. The person who showed up turned out to be Yuna’s university crush, Xiao Chen.

To Yuna’s surprise, Xiao Chen was the elder brother of the very student whose class she manages. She also realized that this rebellious student causes trouble two or three days out of every week, indirectly giving them many chances to meet.

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When they reunite again, Yuna is puzzled. Wasn’t Xiao Chen a poor young master in the past? How come he’s now driving luxury cars and living in mansions?

Xiao Chen is also puzzled. Wasn’t Yuna a rich daddy’s girl in the past? How come she’s now dressing plainly and squeezing onto public transport??

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In the eyes of her students, Yuna is very beautiful but has always been diligent and thrifty, with little interest in money.

However, one day a Rolls Royce showed up outside school, waiting. Upon seeing Yuna, the chauffeur respectfully opened the door for her, “Miss Yuna, please get in.”

From that day forth, her true identity set off huge discussions in school.

“Don’t touch there, it’s dirty…” Su Yanyun flushes. The man smiles slightly and wipes the mud stains on her feet.

“My baby, it’s not dirty.”

Overnight, Young Master Yi changes from being a clean freak who is unable to even get close to his relatives to being desensitized and doting on this little woman of unknown origins.

“Hubby, the baby in my belly is calling you!”

Even if he has to cross half of Earth, Young Master Yi would still fly back overnight.

“Boohoo, Hubby, they called the baby a bastard!”

Capture all the scums who spread this rumor!

“Hubby, I want to bring our baby on a trip!”

Young Master Yi: “Don’t forget to bring your luggage.”

“Which one?”

“Me.”