My Ex-Husband Is Proposing Again - Chapter 213 - : Only Interested in Benefits and Power_i

Wei Lan accidentally transformed into a cannon fodder girl of the era. She was dissatisfied when she went to the countryside for her brother and broke up with her family.

Because he was greedy for the male protagonist’s “beauty”, he was framed by another cannon fodder’s female partner, and successfully married a second-rate man in the brigade. In the end, he died in a foreign country. It can be said that he was a master of death!

Wei Lan, who is familiar with the plot, said who the male protagonist loves! Please let me be beautiful alone!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        The female protagonist who wears books and is a squeamish woman VS the male protagonist who was ruthless in the early stage and didn’t talk much in the later stage.

(The heroine has a delicate setting, she doesn’t like to stray in, her daily purpose is: sweet, sweet, sweet!)

Note: There is another male protagonist, not the male protagonist in the original book.

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Chris was born in a world where the humans are not the ones at the top of the food chain. Even when they are the bottom, humans fight each other for power. Whether Chris would survive in such a world or not, read the story to find out.

Yu Antong suffers from congenital heart disease and lives carefully everyday. He didn’t expect that in the end he would die in an accident. At the last moment of his life, he only regretted that his short life was tasteless.

When he opened his eyes again, he was transmigrated into a book and he was overjoyed in getting a healthy body.

As soon as he passed through, he was getting married. On top of that, his marriage partner is the dream lover of many bottoms in the book!

Yu Antong let go of himself, being happy every day.

At the beginning, Xing Lixuan: It seems different from the investigation, what kind of family can cultivate this evildoer?

Later, Xing Lixuan: The wife I married is really clingy and the way he calls me husband always makes me uncomfortable. But for some reason, I don’t want want to stop it.

Finally, all of Xing Dashao’s friends said that they already know that Xing Dashao’s wife is a good at cooking, earns a lot of money, and looks good. They hope that in the future, Xing Dashao can stop talking about his wife and let the single dogs live!

Xing Lixuan: You don’t know how cute my wife is at home, but I won’t say that.

Half a year later, Yu Antong touched his belly and was shocked: I‘m pregnant?! Xing Lixuan, you get here!! I want a divorce!!!

Xing Lixuan: Wife, we already have a child, don’t make trouble.

Yu Antong: I regret it now, I only thought this was a romance novel but never know this was a male pregnancy one!

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Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary.[Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant]Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp.“Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again!”“Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!”The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins.I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.