The Ancestor of our Sect Isn’t Acting like an Elder - Chapter 22

This novel is also known as From The Start, I Traded A Galactic Warship

After getting a trading platform three thousand years later, everything in the world has become an antique, worth a thousand gold.

But it was also learned that three years later, aliens invaded, human beings fell, and the dark starry era began.

In this era of unprecedented change in tens of thousands of years.

Shen Shi decided.

First trade a space battleship, and then talk about it.

then–

Battleships come to the world from outer space! Global shock! Starry Sky Era, open in advance!

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Because of her beauty, Dr. Su is visited by dozens or even hundreds of patients every day for various ailments like hemorrhoids and toothaches.Unexpectedly, there comes an even more outrageous claim: “Doctor, I'm injured there!”Just as Su Mei Xi was about to get angry, she realized it was the man she had met two months ago.Back then, he had been composed, but today, he claimed responsibility and they immediately registered for marriage at the civil affairs bureau, walking out with two red certificates.Initially, she thought she merely found a giant tree to lean on for shelter. However, when her ex-boyfriend, stepbrother... continuously came to harass her, she discovered that this tree not only had exceptional strength, a deep background, and mysterious origins but could also cook, wash clothes, and make beds...And then, one day, a helicopter landed, and he descended from the rooftop. Only then did she realize he was actually a distinguished war god!

In the age of Mecha for everyone, people could travel to the Endless Abyss to gather materials, enhance and forge their own Mechas, and thus wield the power to destroy heavens and earth.Jiang Chen had transmigrated and awakened the talent [Undying Barehand]. Once his Mecha shattered, he could permanently absorb its power and attain a multiple enhancement.…At the bottom of the abyss, the ancient demon god exerted great effort and finally broke the titan Mecha, but from the shards extended a hand that held down its head.“Congratulations, you’ve unlocked my restraints.”

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.