Regressor of the Fallen Family - Chapter 157

The newly rebirthed Ye Jian doesn’t need love! What she wants is to stand high up above other people and to look down on them in disdain!

To those who have bullied me; who have disgraced me: I will return all your favors one by one.

Ever since her rebirth, she used her reputation to eat, yet she became an extraordinary military soldier.

He was born into wealth and could obviously use his family to eat, yet he had to use his own skills to become the youngest general.

He took a fancy to her; she tried to avoid him.

“You need to have a taste of romance.” He said.

“Leave! What I need are bullets!” she angrily replied.

The strong and strong fight; the strong and strong compete. This is the story of a strong military couple.

- Description from Novelupdates

[Female strong, 1v1, sweet text, male protagonist paid for the phone bill]

She was the big villain who made the raiders of all planes feel the fear, tearing up all the systems in a fit of rage.

Because it was too boring to be trapped in a small world, Qianyan grabbed a system and started a new mission.

The first plane: The queen worked hard to help the emperor to conquer the country, but was framed and sent to the cold palace and died of illness.

The original owner’s wish is that the children will live in peace, and Qianyan will directly abuse the scum and become the empress!

The second plane: The original owner’s wish is to protect the elder brother and prevent him from being disabled.

Qianyan: Is he not healthy? The original owner, are you satisfied?

The original owner: Satisfied… (really not forced at all)

The third plane…

Qianyan found that there was an acquaintance following her in almost every plane, and she wanted to be with her at every turn.

But she just wants to do tasks and careers, and doesn’t want to fall in love!

- Description from novelbuddy

“If he’s being badass, I’m gonna plant my own crops. If he messes with me, he will not live past next year.”

A fourth chance at life. The last chance.Zarek remembered when he first experienced the Godsfall Apocalypse. Those tears of red and sparkling rouge that split the skies, opening up one dangerous realm after another.That feeling of helplessness had been palpable, heavy... suffocating. It hung above his head like a guillotine, an edge graced by death's kiss...He grinned at it.One last ride, no Talents left on his stat screen, and nothing but a dull machete and his girl by his side. What was a better thrill than that?How could he possibly fail a fourth time?Unfortunately, there were others. Other Rebirthers. Some that might have been on their last attempt just like him, or some that still had more to give to this cruel world.None of it mattered, though. He had planned everything out meticulously, each life playing its own role.He would come out on top this time. How could he not?He was Zarek Ashborn.