Supreme Sword God - Chapter 220 - 219: The Power of Both Eyes

A world full of magic and wonders, where dragons stand for metals, sprites stand for farming, knights cultivate qi, mysterious wizards dwell. In this world, a man who had transmigrated into the body of a baron, follows the prompts of mysterious symbols to change his destiny.

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The original novel for the short drama 'A Promise of a Joyful Life,' now available.Five years ago, she was forced by her family to take the fall and was imprisoned, even giving birth to twin boys in jail.Five years later, she marries a dying man in a coma to ward off bad luck. Everyone thought Eliza Sutton was finished, but who knew that Eliza Sutton would transform into a big shot with multiple identities.Shane Lockwood cornered her against the wall: “Mrs. Lockwood, are you having fun playing with me?”Eliza Sutton reluctantly replied, “It's alright, I guess.”Shane Lockwood took Eliza Sutton's hand: “It seems Mrs. Lockwood doesn't think I'm trying hard enough. Tonight, I'll make you even happier.”

[Signed for physical publication. The release date will be announced in due course.]On the day of her blind date with Connor Quinn, Moira Sloan had her long legs crossed, the bell on her fair, slender ankle chimed crisply, and the tip of her foot grazed his calf, as if by accident.“Boss Quinn, want to get married?”Connor Quinn's features were stern and rigid; he remained silent.Just when both Moira Sloan and the matchmaker thought Connor Quinn would refuse, he responded in a cold, hard voice, “Yes.”Male Lead: Tattoo Artist & Female Lead: Lacquerware Intangible Cultural Heritage Inheritor1v1, both leads are virgins.Male Lead: Appears serious, but is actually mischievous.Female Lead: Appears flirtatious, but is actually serious.PS: This is not your typical CEO romance. Features secret identities. Reader discretion is advised.

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.