Dragon God Supreme - Chapter 180 - In Peril

Tara has given it her all, taking care of Derek and being a devoted house wife. But he takes it all for granted, and brings home his first love one sudden day. He even goes as far as divorcing Tara, just so he can be with his lover.Seven years later and Tara returns with her smart and handsome son, Richard. Derek is jealous and wants to take him from her. He is even desperate as to make Tara his wife again.“No. We are over, Derek. You will not take my baby away from me. Go back to your mistress.”He is going to do everything he can to take her back, but what he doesn't know is that there is another billionaire out there who is madly in love with Tara and her amazing baby.

He possesses unparalleled martial arts, all the great Young Masters are under his feet!He has heaven-defying medical skills, even the dead can be brought back to life!He also has a pair of Supreme Quality Divine Eyes, capable of fighting, hypnotizing, you name it!

Ye Chu was reborn, and he was reborn on the body of the heir of the Ye family who was supposed to be bent.

From now on—

National male god, master of metaphysics, super scholar and other status blessings! She is the existence that drives everyone crazy!

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I heard that Ye Xiubai, the current head of the Ye family, is Ye Chuyang’s uncle.

Ye Chuyang: No, he is my man!

[Women disguise themselves as men Shuangwen, the male protagonist and the female protagonist are not related by blood, welcome to the pit! 】

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I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.