Papa Paladin - Chapter 12: Strong Dragon and Land Snake

In her past life, Wan Chuo was unruly, taking a white lotus as her best friend, infuriated her mother to death, mistreated her in-laws, aborted her child, and ended up being despised by everyone, turning herself into a rotten wild flower.Heaven granted her a second chance, and this time she is determined to rip apart the facade of the white lotus.Hey, you there, in this life I planned to stay far away from you, not to wreak havoc on your family, so why are you sticking so close, what are you trying to do?!

The protagonist Yang Yong competes with others in the bar and has a special function of mutation, and he can observe the spectrum emitted by various metals.

Every day in the United States, there are thousands of unowned abandoned warehouses for auction. Yang Yongping borrowed the special function of his left eye to find valuable items from the garbage, such as gold and silver coins, cars, and even antiques, guns, There are all kinds of things.

The scouring has made Yang Yong’s business bigger and bigger, from auctioning old warehouses to auctioning old houses, buying salvage boats to salvage sunken treasures on the seabed, to buying ancient castles in Europe and excavating underground vaults, step by step. Kangzhuang Avenue, proud of life.

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Yan Hua loses her memory in an accident. Later, she is pregnant with someone else’s child. After kicked out of her husband’s house, Yan Hua is about to perform the story of an inspiring mother raising her child. Unexpectedly, the baby is regarded as a real treasure and, thus a bunch of people are rushing to acknowledge as the baby’s relatives. Therefore, Yan Hua is drawn into the whirlpool of disputes inside a noble family with ambitious aunt and unproved mysterious brother-in-law… Who is the father of her child? Who is she? Facing all these issues, what is her choice?

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Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.