Sorry but I only accept female disciples! - Chapter 109: Against Xiangli Fei 2!

Tian Shao wore it, and became the eldest of the six golden flowers of Tian Dalin’s family in the Hongqi Club in that difficult era.

In a family, the parents are dull and the mother is aggressive, the second sister is violent, the third sister is taciturn, the fourth sister is gluttonous, the fifth sister is brave, and the sixth sister is a cabbage.

Patriarchal? Don’t be afraid, a girl is better than a son. Familiar with nothing? Don’t be afraid, go to the factory to do business, and the small life is booming.

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It is said that men chasing women, the mountains are separated; women chasing men, the gauze is separated. Tian Shao was puzzled why she and Pei Yue were separated by mountains.

Forget it, the iceberg is too high and cold.

Pei Yue stopped Tian Shao and said, “If you flirt, you have to be responsible. Let’s go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the certificate.”

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As soon as she was wearing it, Qin Tianru picked up a beautiful man, touched him, and her powers were upgraded?

Facing the famines of the 1950s and the shortage of supplies, Qin Tianru, who had plant-based abilities, expressed no pressure.

As a result, flowers bloomed in one minute, branches and leaves were scattered in three minutes, grains were ripened in five minutes, and all kinds of precious medicinal materials were readily available.

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Villagers: The farmland is dry, the locusts are infested, the snowstorm is coming… God, these days will not last! !

The Qi family in the village: all of them are shiny and strong, and their three meals a day are delicious on earth.

Qi’s family spreads their hands: they can’t finish the grain and meat dishes in the cellar~

Villagers: Why is your family so outstanding?

Everyone in the Qi family: Because a little fairy came to my house!

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The man who woke up injured: “Who are you? Where did you come from?”

Qin Tianru has a cute face: “I’m here to be your daughter-in-law.”

The man’s eyes were sharp: “You are not from this era!”

Qin Tianru was stunned: My vest fell off so quickly?

The man raised the corner of his mouth, recalling the lonely life in his last life, maybe he can change his way of life in this life.

For example, marry a delicate little wife.

[The reborn boss who is ruthless and indifferent but very fond of his wife vs the delicate and very Buddhist fairy of crossing the road]

1. 1v1, marriage is determined by fate, only favored.

2. Overhead, all settings are based on this book, do not substitute for reality.

3. Warm farming, make a fortune, slow pace, and not many excellent products.

PS: Mother-daughter series “Blessed Wife Full of System Shuttle”

Sister series “The Koi Wife of the Big Brother of the Age”

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The overhead of the Tang Dynasty, the story of capturing the spirits.

“The stones on the other mountains are hard enough to carve and polish jade”.

To Prince Cheng, Lin Chengyou, Teng Yuyi is the piece of “jade” that he can not capture.

The proud son of the heavens is on the road to chase his wife to death.

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”