The Wielder of Death Magic - Chapter 1095 - 1095 Farewell, King of Hidros

An Yan was forced to resign due to rebelling against the company’s unspoken rules.

In an accident, she not only awakened her female supporting consciousness, but also bound a super powerful beauty system.

Miserable female supporting group? Ah! Why?

She doesn’t believe it anymore, holding the beauty system in her hand, she still can’t walk a bright road!

【Ding! Task 1: Ask the host to sell 100 copies of ancient rose balm. 】

[Ding, the mission is completed! Reward the secret recipe of ‘Lifting Fragrance Bubble Ball’, ask the host to sell 1,000 copies. 】

[Ding, congratulations to the host for achieving the reputation achievement of “emerging”, rewarding the host with a permanent “beautiful figure” waist. 】

[Ding, task 5…]

Netizen 1: My God! What kind of magical product is this? After using rose balm, the skin of the whole body is smooth and tender, it is simply rejuvenating the skin!

Netizen 2: Damn it! Anjia’s beauty products are truly unique, and every beauty product is worth investing in, so Amway!

Netizen 3: What? Anjia’s beauty products are out of stock again? Let’s be individuals, if you can’t buy it again, your girlfriend will become someone else’s.

The sunspots looked contemptuous: A product from a small workshop can whiten skin in a week? Half a month can lose weight? Hair growth in a month? Liar ghosts, only fools are fooled!

Later sunspots: I beg the boss to order more goods!

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An Yan did not expect that after opening the beauty workshop, not only changed the tragic fate of the control group, but also became famous and rich all over the world!

As the man behind the rich woman, a certain professor rolled up his sleeves: What should I cook today?

[Grassroots School Mingyan Internet Celebrity Master vs Academic School Wen Run TCM Professor]

- Description from novelbuddy

Julian Weber is an officer in the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers and a graduate of Westpoint Military Academy with a degree in civil engineering. As U.S. involvement in Afghanistan comes to an end, Lt. Julian Weber finds himself involved in a terrorist attack by the Taliban, which claims his life.

However, he quickly finds out that death is not always final as he is reincarnated into the body of a Baron’s son and heir in an alternate Earth set in Late-Medieval Europe. In an era of political turmoil and civil strife, the Baron’s young son is named Regent of the Barony of Kufstein and forced to contend with feudal powers. Will he be able to institute reforms leading his Barony into the age of industry?

Or will he succumb to the pressure of his feudal overlords and a corrupt church that seek dominion overall?

Zain Talen, your average college slacker, was busy skipping class to go play a new video game he had just bought, when a strange woman came running his way. Before he could get out of the way she collided with him. Quickly picking herself up she ran away leaving behind a pendant. Without knowing where she went Zain pocketed it and decided to look for her after his gaming session. During his binge, he heard it.

*Bang

*Bang

*Bang

His door was assaulted with the banging of someone who sounded desperate to get in. Rushing to open the door he found himself overpowered by something and not soon after felt a sharp pain on his neck. Vision fading in and out Zain found himself at death's door.

“Could this be the end?”

[Congratulations!]

[You have been turned into a zombie!]

[QUEST RECEIVED- Begin your horde!]

[infected 0/10]

[Level 1]

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”