The Billionaire's Forgotten Wife - Chapter 102: The Grandpa Who Played Matchmaker

Because of his master’s wine, he had somehow become the husband of a cold CEO — I’m still a virgin, please be gentle. He was from an ancient sect and had both Buddhism and Dao cultivation methods. The youth Qin Wu stepped out of the great mountain once again, stirring up the winds and clouds in the city.

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Infernal Demon Dragon: A dog like you dare to face me in combat? Do you wish to die so much?

Having traversed to the game Beast Taming World, Li Cunxu awakens a nurturing talent, the Fertile Pasture.In reality, Li Cunxu has awakened the unique talent [Gift of the Gods], which can grant his pet beasts unlimited growth.[Water Slime——Holy Water Slime——All Things Slime——Chaos Slime][Curse Crow——Curse Crow——Time Curse Divine Crow][Blood Lotus Carp——Blood Lotus Flame Flood Dragon——Blood Lotus Flame Dragon——Crimson Demon God Dragon]

Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary.[Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant]Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp.“Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again!”“Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!”The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins.I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.