The Baby Raising A Devil - Chapter 320

A recurring nightmare afflicted Khan's nights since the Second Impact. His dreams replayed the scenes of the crash of the Nak's spaceship, an alien race that the humans had defeated five hundred years ago.

The hellhound is a legendary beast known for its fierce loyalty and formidable power, serving as a guardian of the underworld. During a cataclysmic cosmic conflict between gods and devils, the hellhound is tragically killed as collateral damage, his life extinguished in a battle far beyond his control.Millennia later, the hellhound is reincarnated as a human, awakening in a world that has forgotten his true nature. Retaining his past abilities, he must now attend a prestigious academy for those possessing supernatural powers, designed to train the next generation of guardians and warriors.As he navigates the complexities of human emotions and relationships, he must also confront the remnants of his past life. Whispers of the cosmic conflict still linger, and dark forces are at play, threatening to disrupt the fragile balance between realms. In a world where alliances are fragile and danger lurks around every corner, he must learn to embrace his identity as both a hellhound and a human.

Xia Yangyang receives her 20th birthday present by witnessing her boyfriend and her best friend in bed.

The next moment, she ends up marrying the most eligible and wealthiest bachelor in the city, Gu Qichen.

From then on, she levels up and becomes invincible.

Xia Yangyang’s jerk ex-boyfriend tries to win her back, while her scheming friend plots against her. Mr Gu comes to her rescue and seeks revenge on her behalf.

She has a vicious half-sister and a stepmother who makes things difficult for her. Mr Gu retaliates and teaches them a lesson.

Everyone knows that Mr Gu is ruthless and cold-blooded. But no one has ever seen how he pampers and dotes on his wife…

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What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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