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“Are you my knight?” The silver-haired youth looked at the blonde girl before him and asked, his cheeks flushed red. This was their first encounter when he was only ten years of age.

“Are you my bride?” He held her in his arms, embraced the girl who had accompanied him for ten years straight. He was sixteen years of age.

“Are you my king?” He knelt before the throne, smiling foolishly as he looked at the girl holding the sword victoriously. At this moment, he looked like the boy he was when they first met.

“I’m fine without having eyes for you. The entirety of Camelot is for your taking.” Smiling soft and gently, he gave his eyes to the girl who lost her eyes due to the curse of the red dragon. He doesn’t regret it, he thinks. He was twenty years of age.

“So… Arthur… Artoria Pendragon, are you willing… are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?” His voice was soft and clear as he reached out to touch her hand.

This was their legend.

- Description from Novelupdates

[1V1 Shuangjie, entertainment circle, face slapping, cute baby, sweet pet cool article + chasing wife]

The almighty movie queen Ye Zhen Zhen transmigrated into the book’s cannon fodder female supporting role and vicious stepmother, her husband was rich but had a bad relationship, and her stepson was cute but ignored her.

According to the plot of the original book, her cannon fodder female supporting role is about to face a miserable end…

Ye Zhen Zhen thought, even though she is wearing a book, she is afraid that these paper figurines will fail!

Facing the cold words of the plastic husband.

She replied: How can you, a big man with a body temperature of 37 degrees, say such cold and heartless words to his wife?

Facing the unreasonable troubles from the stepson’s classmate’s mother, “Ye Zhen Zhen, you have to apologize to me.”

She sneered disdainfully: “I apologize to you, you kneel down and listen?”

Relying on her excellent professional skills, she turned her life around in the parent-child variety show with her baby, and became popular overnight, with constant drama appointments!

The stepson who didn’t know her very well and called her “auntie”: “My mother Ye Zhenzhen is the most gentle and beautiful mother in the world!”

Black fan: So what if you are beautiful, you married a bad old man for money!

One day, the plastic husband appeared at a charity party and introduced himself: “Hello everyone, I am Ye Zhenzhen’s husband, the rumored bad old man.”

Everyone in the audience couldn’t believe it: the handsome and wealthy CEO of Media Asia Group is Ye Zhenzhen’s husband?

Black fan: The slap in the face really hurts! ! !

- Description from novelbuddy

John Browning, a former underworld assassin, went to attend his friend Angele’s wedding party but ended up meeting his former colleagues. Before he could think that the whole wedding ceremony was a setup to catch him, he felt dizzy all of a sudden!

At that moment, he knew that his lifelong friend had already betrayed him and sold him out. John was humiliated in front of hundreds of peoples and was forced to kneel in front of Thomas, the underworld assassin organization leader.

Within a few minutes, they beat him brutally, dragged him to some underground basement, and then locked him in a gloomy room.

John felt bitter when thinking about his friend’s betrayal. He laid on the cold floor for two days and died miserably. But his story didn’t end there.

…

In a world filled with magic and mystic powers, John Browning woke up in an 18-year-old boy’s body. Before he could open his eyes and see his current situation, he felt someone was dragging his body.

'How am I still alive?' He got puzzled inside.

But after a few seconds, John learned from the young boy’s remanent memories that he was transmigrated to a mystical fantasy game-like world filled with magic and mystic powers!

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.