Primordial Star Scripture - Chapter 966 - 916: Get Lost!

At the peak of her power, she had transmigrated to Beast World in primitive times. Drugged with an aphrodisiac, she found herself besieged by many beastmen. When Tang Guo was rescued by her reluctant fiance, she pounced on him under the influence of the aphrodisiac.

After the act, Tang Guo said, “From now on, we’ll go our separate ways. Let’s just drop the matter of us being engaged!”

Bai Ye was first angry, then dumbfounded, before getting indignant! Was this female despising him now?! He gradually realized that his arrogant, willful, unreasonable, lazy, and selfish fiancée seemed to have changed. She had awakened the Star of Wisdom and paved traiblazed many inventions. Moreover, her cooking was superb and had completely captured his heart!

The new Tang Guo was bold, decisive, and valiant, but no longer cared about him anymore. That wouldn’t do!

Bai Ye took the initiative. “Tang Guo, have you forgotten that we’re engaged?”

Tang Guo retorted, “This doesn’t count. It’s just my father’s one-sided verbal agreement. It’s fine not to mention it!”

Bai Ye forced his arms around her waist and smiled proudly. “That won’t do. Little brats can’t be born without a father!”

This was a story of a legend who loved beauty and food and led the Beast World to civilization.

Three years ago, he got into serious trouble for a woman's sake and ended up serving a three-year sentence.Three years later, he returned triumphant, only to find that the woman had sided with their enemies, and his closest friend had been ruined.In life, simplicity reigns: with the sky above, the earth below, brothers in the heart, and the beloved in the embrace, one needs nothing more.Yet, life is not always simple: facing obstacles from gods and buddhas alike, he vows to conquer all challenges across three thousand worlds. Nothing can stand in his way!

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.

This novel is about low ranking staff Shan Shan being oppressed by the Big Boss. She keeps fighting but keeps losing. So she finally stopped struggling and obediently surrendered…

Shan Shan, extremely docile, waited outside the delivery room at the temporary blood bank. At the same time, the big boss sent her away to do a blood test to ensure she was of good health and suitable blood type.

Sure enough, the pregnant woman was in a critical condition. Thus, Shan Shan obediently let 300 cc of her blood being pumped. The condition of the pregnant woman improved. Shan Shan received many thanks, left the hospital and lamented this while looking at the moon:

“Capitalists really are blood-suckers, heartless, heartless.”

Shan Shan, who is deep in thought, did not notice a black limousine has stopped behind her. The man at the back seat heard her sigh, moved his mouth and then closed the recently opened window.

“Drive home.”

“Boss, didn’t you just say you want to send Miss Xue back?”

“No need,” the man said without expression, “capitalists are heartless.”