The Farmer's Eldest Daughter Has a Spatial Pocket - Chapter 756 - : Return the Money

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

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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Jasmine is the first daughter of the great Alpha Bale.Because of her status as a bastard child, she lives a life maltreated scrubbing floors and attending to the needs of her father, step mother, step siblings and the entire pack.But her life makes a drastic turn when she is switched in place for her father’s legitimate daughter to be married off to the Handsome and Cold hearted Alpha Xaden.Xaden is determined to punish Jasmine for the sins of her father who had massacred his entire family, even though she is nothing like her father.Hate slowly turns to desire, fierce passion and finally love.But what happens when Xaden discovers that Jasmine, was planted as a spy to bring his downfall and was not in fact the original princess he was promised to?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“Let this be a lesson to everyone. Royal or not, Alpha or Omega,” He declares. “You will steer clear of what is mine. In my own territory. In my pack.”With that, he tosses the bloodied arm aside and takes Jasmine away from their shocked gaze.

Carrying The Collection Technique through the Naruto World and become Gekkō Kanpū. Hero? It is impossible to be a hero in this life, and I can only do logistics and touch the corpse. The feeling of entering the morgue is like coming home. Everyone in it is full of talents. I Love it there...

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?