Little Miss Devil: The President’s Mischievous Wife - Chapter 698 - Yang Fangjin (2)

Amidst a disaster, an orphan contracts a sickness.

In his waking hours, he is tormented by his ailment, but when he slumbers, there is infinite darkness.

One day, when he was five years old, a strange Fate Trickster appeared in his dreams. Ten years later, he dreams of becoming a lord. To do so, he takes a chance to trade his fate!

That day, Wang Zhong once again stood at the gates of the Tianjing Heroic Soul Academy. He was about to start a brand new life.

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Zhou Xiaochuan became the emperor of the subjugated country and obtained the sign-in system.

As long as you sign in every day, you can get random rewards.

“Sign in successfully, congratulations on getting the Summoning Card.”

“Sign-in is successful, congratulations on getting the seeds of dynasty luck.”

“Sign in successfully, congratulations on getting 100,000 Heavenly Soldiers…”

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From now on, the gods and demons of all realms will accompany them, and the gods of the gods will follow them, opening up the prosperous era of the dynasty!

“Your Majesty, it’s time for the morning.”

“Wait, I’ll sign one first…”

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“I hesitated before, I turned back to face my shred of hope, yet still no one cared.”“Later the thick fog arose, you said you loved me so much, but why is your love even fainter than the fog, so faint that I can’t even see it clearly.”

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.