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Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!

The Crown Prince of the Capital brought a woman back home, hiding her from sight and pampering her to the skies. Rumor has it she's just a bumpkin from the countryside, pretty but utterly useless. Capital city buzzes: Just a vase rising through beauty alone. When the college entrance examination results are released, why is the name of the national top scorer that very 'vase'? At the gathering for the Association of Painters' new apprentices, why is she standing next to the Chairman? ... As various disguises are unveiled, everyone is silenced, wishing they could hide. Who the hell said she was just a vase? Stand up! A certain lady, bullied, covers her hands and cries in pain. Lord Chen comforts her: My lovely wife is so beautiful and moving, why would you bully her? People, with anger they dare not express, cover their faces. Please make it clear, who is the one being bullied!

Cloud and Ink Melody · Urban
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117 Chs

Chapter 72 Feng Ye's Play

His friend from m-country sent him a video showing Burial Mound piled high with bodies, some already decaying and emitting a stench, the crematoriums unable to keep up with the incinerations.

As he watched the scene in the video, a chill ran down his spine. If this plague spread to z-country, what then?

"I have a video for you to watch."

He sent her the video, and Yun Yue clicked it open. As she observed the condition of the deceased, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed, and a fierce aura emanated from her body.

She got up and walked to the balcony, opening the window to let the cool night breeze sober her considerable, "I know. Tell your friend to stay away from these people, it is contagious."

"Okay." Xiao Bai ended the call without asking further, but from her tone, he could tell that the boss seemed to know the origin of the epidemic.