MTL - All My Disciples Are Kings - Chapter 827 Giant Spirit Aegis!

Amidst a world plunged into chaos, where rituals have collapsed and music has spoiled, and the universe is muddled, Gu Qingfeng finds himself transported to this tumultuous era.Initially, he only desired to live out his remaining years in peace. However, the birth of his first son made him realize that things were not as simple as he had imagined...

At the age of 6, she lost her mother,

At the age of 10, she lost her dear grandmother,

6 years back, she was fooled by her soon-to-be fiance and was forced to leave her maternal house,

4 years back, she was kidnapped and then was in an accident, due to which she forgot the past 2 years of her life.

Life was never easy on her. She has suffered a lot!

Someone has correctly quoted, “justice can be delayed but it will not be denied.”

Finally, God showered her with mercy. She was found by her paternal family. She got a loving grandmother, an uncle and a cousin. With their support, she rose in power and was now a name of terror in the business world, Zhou Liying.

Zhou Liying, popularly known as Hitler or a heartless woman was a smart, shrewd and successful businesswoman. She was called heartless but she had a big heart, doors to which were opened only for her dear one.

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5 years back, he fell in love for the first time,

4 years back, he was separated from her when she was kidnapped.

Mu Yuehan was once a charming, happy-to-go boy. He lost himself when he lost her, the love of his life. Today, he was living like a zombie, holding onto the ray of hope that he would find her. He was a broken man. Only she could fix him. He was alive only for her.

“Where are you, TianTian? I miss you.” He lovingly looked at the photo in his hand. A tear fell from his eyes.

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“Boss, we found her. She is living with a new identity of Zhou Liying, CEO of Zhou corporations. ”

“Interesting.” Lips of Mu Yuehan tilted up in a doting smile when he looked at her latest photo. His heart started to beat fast like a bullet train. A giddy, boyish smile appeared on his face.

“I am so happy to have found you.” His voice was so soft that anyone could say he loved the lady in the photo more than anything.

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“Who are you?” Zhou Liying looked at Mu Yuehan as if seeing him for the first time.

“How can you forget about me? How can you forget only about me?” Mu Yuehan broke down when he realized that the lady he loved had forgotten all about him.

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Mu Yuehan was not the one to accept defeat in front of fate. Now, he was on a mission, 'make her fall in love with me, again.'

“What are you doing here?“

”Didn't I tell you, I am a parasite who is stuck with you!“

Tricks to pursue her:

- Showering her with gifts ✓

- Seducing her by using his body ✓

- Staying by her side 24/7 ✓

- Fighting against her attackers, to protect her ✓

- Being shameless ✓

What else is left?

Will Mu Yuehan be able to make Zhou Liying fall in love with him? Will Zhou Liying get her revenge on her ex soon to be fiance? What will be the hindrances coming in their love life?

To know the answers, peek inside the book: 'Wife loving husband: Husband, spoil me some more!'

wake up.

Luo Qingzhou became a little bastard of the Luo family in the Chengguo Mansion of the Great Yan Empire.

In order to help the second son of the Luo family regret his marriage, Luo Qingzhou was forced to marry into a married woman and married a foolish bride who was said to be unable to speak or laugh.

It wasn’t until after worshiping heaven and earth and after the wedding night in the bridal chamber that he suddenly realized:

“My wife, something is wrong!”

Not only is there something wrong with the lady, even the two little maids beside the lady and the rest of the Qin family are all wrong!

The big maid is sweet, charming and seductive, with a voice like a lark;

The little maid was as cold as ice and snow with a murderous aura, her throat was sealed as soon as she drew her sword.

My sister-in-law is talented, and she is as delicate and beautiful as Lin Daiyu.

The little cousin is arrogant and domineering, and the whip is fatal.

The father-in-law has a serious face, but secretly speaks dirty words.

The mother-in-law is as beautiful as a flower, and she loves to roll her eyes at the top of her head.

The second elder brother devoted himself to practicing martial arts and said that he wanted to honor his ancestors.

As for Luo Qingzhou, he just wanted to be a son-in-law honestly, and then sneak around and be invincible…

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