You are all bad women! Don't come over! - Chapter 584 - 565

Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, “Good Morning, Chief!”

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Hold the sword under your pants and follow the journey of a sword devil!If you don't have the sword under your pants, then hold someone else and then follow the journey of a sword devil!Qin Che inherited the Dual Cultivation Body which helps him walk on the path of working hard but only in bed.However, he also inherited devil powers that led him to the overwhelming height of power and ruthlessnessUnfortunately, his heart was set on swords.Can he combine his Sword Cultivation with the power of the devil and the benefits of dual cultivation?He believes he can but the journey to spread the legs of the women is harder than one could ever find. You wouldn't know which woman is waiting for you at the bed or which woman is waiting for you under the moon.Qin Che's hunger for power drives him to become a dual cultivator and devil cultivator. But, was it just hunger that pulled him on these paths?Or, is there something else waiting for him to discover?

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”