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Ethan Smith walked down the empty street, cigarette in mouth, shaking his head and forcing a bitter smile. Who could have imagined that after three years of marriage, all that remained was betrayal? He vowed to make that woman regret what she had done and promised to make everyone who had been good to him live a good life. Yes, it was Emily Taylor, the woman who had helped him out of the abyss of despair when he hit the lowest point in his lifetime. "Emily, it's time for me to take care of you."

In the middle of the night, looking at the woman in his embrace, he smiled devilishly. “With your discontentment, do you want me to continue?” “Discontentment?” The woman almost choked. “Who says I’m discontented?” “You don’t have to be so reserved in front of me.” “Who says I’m being reserved?” She roared. “So, do you mean you are not reserved?” “…” The woman smiled cunningly. “That’s right, I’m discontented and who do you think causes this?” She thought of giving him a personal attack but never had she expected that she would get herself into trouble. “Since you are doubtful of my ability, looks like I’ll have to prove myself!” Without waiting for her reply, he went on top of her and satisfied her the whole night!

Su Jie, capable of traveling between Blue Star and the Cultivation World, discovered that cultivation was just too difficult. Spirit Pills, Magic Artifacts, Pocket Worlds, and inherent comprehension—each was a mountain on the long road to immortality. Not until Su Jie found out that Demon Cultivators refined corpses by killing, extracted souls to cultivate fiends, and used fear as sustenance for their cultivation. Need souls to consecrate a Soul Summoning Banner? Get to know the pig farms that slaughter millions of pigs a year. Need human fear to cultivate fierce ghosts? Stock up on ghost houses, horror films, and horror games... Need fresh blood for Demon Techniques? Across the ocean, America is the world's largest grey market blood transfusion station... ...... Years later. "You devil, how many people have you killed? And you still have the face to call yourself a good person? Pah, today I shall act on behalf of heaven to mete out justice." The Tianyuan World's most beautiful person's eyebrows were furrowed with rage, as she stared at the terrifying Devil before her, enveloped in wronged souls, with thousands of ghosts parading on his Soul Banner, seated in a palace made of bones, she posed her soulful question. The Devil slowly stood up and pulled out a business card that read "Hua Country's Philanthropist of the Year / Founder of the World's Largest Chain of Ghost Houses / Owner of Blue Star's Largest Livestock Slaughter Business / Emerging Tycoon of the Entertainment Industry." "You see, I'm really not a devil, okay? Nowadays, who still uses such a lowly method as killing people to cultivate as a devil!"

My name is Qi Yuan, and I am a time traveler who now holds the esteemed title of the eldest martial brother at Seven Colours Peak. I am armed with a game jade slip capable of connecting realms across the heavens, and blessed with the ability to unveil hidden information through my discerning eyes. [A seemingly ordinary blade of grass reveals secrets of a clandestine meeting between True Man Ku Mu and Empress Dashang that transpired just three days prior.] [Her name is Ruan Yixi, who appears to be your beautiful master on the surface, but she may have a deeper connection, perhaps she is even your wife.] [This is Heavenly Dao of the World, a Spiritual Object renowned for its significance in Foundation Establishment] [This is a lifeless planet, a potential vessel for the creation of a Golden Elixir]. So my road of cultivation turns gradually strange. "Heavenly Dao? A Spiritual Object for Foundation Establishment?" "So many desolate planets, all refined into Golden Elixir!" The Heavenly Dao is used as the foundation and refining stars into Golden Elixir. I am Qi Yuan, I become the origin of all things. My name is Jiang Lingsu, a fellow disciple at Seven Colours Peak. My Senior Brother is mentally ill. He is never focused on work. Nor does he like cultivation. He only loves simulation games. Senior Brother says, "Playing games is like cultivation. It can also create a world." One day, there is one more sun in the sky. I ask him what it is, he says, "That is my Golden Elixir!" This book is also titled 'Cultivation: The Jade Slip's Universe' and 'The Golden Elixir I Cultivated is a Planet,'

At night, it was already midnight when Asher came home from dinner. He knew that Nora would come to The Howe family today. His grandpa Howard had asked Asher to meet Nora, but he refused on the grounds of work. He was not interested in this fiancee at all, and the engagement would be broken sooner or later After returning to the room, Asher took a bath and went to sleep. Probably because he drank a little too much tonight, Asher didn't realize there were other women in the room until he lay down. He was slightly stunned. In the darkness, Asher could not see the woman's face. She turned over and hugged him. The girl murmured, "Good bear, don't make any noise. Just sleep." Asher was frozen. The woman had a very familiar smell, the same as that person... Probably because of the alcohol, Asher didn't move, lying down with Nora and falling asleep.

Song Yaoyao had already died in her previous life. Her life ended on the day of her 19th birthday. Cause of death: heart failure. But now, she was alive again, and the throbbing pain in her temples told her that she wasn't hallucinating. Not only had she come back to life — she had transmigrated into a silly novel that she once read and she was now in the body of the secondary female character. A pitiful girl with a weak personality and low self-esteem who ends up living a tragic life and dying! But Song Yaoyao was not going to let that happen...

Faye Turner, who thought she would never get married, suddenly marries President Lancaster and directly becomes pregnant with a trillion-dollar heir, marking the beginning of a remarkable life. The bustling world is not as good as you; the fairy tale comes when the wind is sweet. President Lancaster often says with happiness, "When others ask me what kind of woman I like, I have to start describing her again." There are rumors that President Lancaster has a First Love, but he swears, "Honey, don’t listen to their nonsense. The roses look best in your hands, and sunsets are the most romantic when watched with you." Later, everyone knew that President Lancaster had a vast business empire and urged his wife to have more heirs so they could enjoy the world's splendor together.

Zhuang Shuqing, who is dedicated to her career, throws two hundred yuan bills: "We are all adults, mutual consent is very normal." After marriage - "Boss, Mrs. Lu has taken out your will to read again." "Hmm, I have good writing skills, let the children learn more." "Boss, Mrs. Lu said she has too many enemies and has written a will... to ask you to take a look..." "Who dares to touch my woman?" The little princess ran over, panting, "Daddy, brother took mommy and ran away!" Guard against everything, but it's hard to guard against family thieves. A certain man's handsome face turned completely black, "Someone, send the young master to a deserted island for me!"

On the day of receiving the marriage certificate, Nora Northwood broke up with her boyfriend and, for the sake of the dowry of 188,000 dollars her stepfather and mother demanded, she impulsively married a stranger. She viewed the dowry money as a loan, working hard after marriage to pay off the debt, hoping to divorce as soon as it was cleared. However, her husband, who initially despised her, suddenly began to subtly flirt with her. She tried hard to stay indifferent but was pinned down on the bed by him when he was drunk. "Wife, aren't my abs sexy? Don’t you want to touch them?" She really did want to touch, but if she did, could she still get a divorce? How could someone like Lily, just a humble aromatherapist, be suitable for a billionaire husband?

The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— "Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"