The Crimson Reaper - Chapter 42: No Right Answer

Top Special Agent, Wu Mei, was murdered in a conspiracy. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself transmigrated into the body of the gorgeous, abandoned wife of a handsome, wealthy man and… She was sleeping with him!

The handsome man placed the divorce papers in front of her and said, “Let’s get a divorce. I’ll give you one hundred million.”

Father: “If you don’t get the money from President Li, your mother will pay with her life!”

Stepmother: “Quickly get a divorce and let your younger sister take your place!”

A sly smile crept up Wu Mei’s face. She agreed, “Sure. But... you’ll have to raise the stakes.”

After her divorce, Wu Mei became stronger and stronger. She dealt with her stepmother and punished scumbags. She was awesome!

Gradually, her true identity was revealed – A medical genius, hacker, businesswoman… Her existence shook the world!

All the big shots knelt before her. “Whoever messes with her, messes with us!”

Then, at a cocktail party, someone saw…

The almighty Mr. Li clinging onto Wu Mei’s waist, his eyes red as he begged, “Let’s get married again. I’ll even give you my life.”

Just like before, Wu Mei smiled slyly and said, “You’ll have to raise the stakes.”

(Warning: Harem, if you don’t like it, please refrain! Boldly breaking taboo ethical norms, not letting go of any beautiful women encountered!) A young nobleman with a delicate constitution, pure and kind, has always been protected by everyone. However, after two months of military camp life, he began to change for the worse. With unbeatable power in his hands, he became lawless, targeting countless beautiful women in the city. In his eyes, every beautiful woman is like a delicate flower. He wants to gather these tender flowers around him, then extend his strong wings to shield them from any harm...

Lin Yu crossed into the world of the Demon Slayer and started the mode of rewarding hard work.

Each physical training can bring the increase of its own attributes, and there is no limit to the superposition.

The flesh is sanctified, and the power is supreme.

Fallen Ji looked in fear at the tall man in front of him, whose body was covered in shadows. The machete-like Japanese sword behind the man was bigger than her entire body, and her neck was being stabbed to death by a strong arm. ‘s grasp.

“Unarmed… catch a ghost?”

Yi Wozu couldn’t remember how many times his wounds had healed in the fierce battle, and the corners of his bloodshot eyes were fierce and excited.

“A mere human can actually reach this level, are you a monster?

bring it on!

I would like to call you the strongest. ”

Ghost Dance? Wu Miserable: Trembling…

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