Boiling Beast Bloodline - Chapter 1222 - 332

Yang Ge had never been the greatest in the world.But later, everyone in the realm of martial artists said he was the greatest in the world…PS1: This is a story about friendship, ideals, and reconciliation.PS2: The second place in the world is also goodPS3: People strive for fame and fortune, struggling for a lifetime, and finally realize that it's just a bubble

A sweet yet difficult journey to get his ex-wife back.

She had a marriage contract with him. Her father forced him to marry her because she loved him so deeply. However, he didn’t love her and asked her to sign an agreement, according to which they should split the cost of living, have no children and get divorce four year later. She accepted all conditions because she thought that she was able to melt his heart.

However, after three years, nothing changed. He was still as cold as ice. At that time, another woman appeared. She was his co-worker, and she called him “Brother Chen”. Lu Yao gradually discovered that their relationship seemed to be vague.

What was worse, she was unexpectedly pregnant, and she wanted to give birth to their children. As she believed that he would definitely make her have an abortion, she told him that she was going to divorce him.

To her surprise, he refused to leave her and started to treat her with passion like he never did before. He hounded her nearly every day. It seemed that he realized the importance of her only after he was about to lose her.

And he found that she was so charming when she no longer pleased him and started to live her own life.

“The new book 'Scolded as the Star of Death, All the Big Shots in the Capital Rush to Spoil Me' is now available!”Also known as “Reborn Era: Getting Rich with the Check-In System.”[A physical powerhouse of a female lead vs. a vindictive, sarcastic, and elegant male protagonist]After a laboratory explosion, Lin Tang returns to that impoverished era and is bound to a check-in system.Before she has time to claim the newcomer gift pack, her fiancé, sporting an air of confidence, comes to break off the betrothal.The reason being, he's about to secure a stable job.Lin Tang looks at the ordinary yet self-assured man, parted her red lips slightly and said, “...break it off!”Less than a month later, her ex-fiancé was fired for some reason.Lin Tang took a stroll around the county and became the executive officer of the Broadcasting Station in the Textile Factory.Ex-fiancé's internal OS: Is it too late to reconcile now?Those times were tough!Despite being treasured by her three big brothers and parents, everything from food to cloth and even soap required coupons...Even living frugally couldn't alleviate the miserable condition.Looking at the black mush in the bowl, Lin Tang fell silent, “......”Thankfully, she had a system!Need anything? Just check in to get it.Many years later.A handsome man looked at his delicate wife with a fair complexion, managing to keep a straight face as he said, “I heard you could knock out a wild boar with just two punches?”Lin Tang's eyes sparkled, her fingers gently exerting force, and the Enamel Jar in her hand deformed. She responded in a stern manner, “Nonsense! Don't believe those rumors. We're civilized people and can't be that barbaric!”

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.