The Terminally Ill Young Master is the Mad Dog of the Underworld - Chapter 190

As soon as Li Siwen opened her eyes, she found that she had traveled to an era when she couldn’t get enough food and clothing, and she was also facing a man who was about to break off the marriage.

Li Siwenle’s divorce, a half-hearted man is not worthy of him.

Although she was depressed looking at this impoverished home, the family members who loved each other warmed her heart.

The key is that she found out that she has supernatural powers, what’s the matter with her power like a cow, and what is the big supermarket in that bracelet? The rice, noodles and meat inside are complete.

The nephews and nieces are hungry, thin and weak, so give them something delicious and delicious to replenish their bodies.

Who else dares to bully their own family, let’s first weigh whether they have the strength to say it!

Shao Qixuan was reborn. He was arrogant and arrogant in his previous life.

In the end, not only was a huge amount of property taken away, but he also contracted an unknown disease at a young age. Everyone avoided it, but the girl who was divorced by himself took care of him for the last time.

In this life, you must keep your eyes open and pamper her.

This article is empty, the heroine is short-tempered, and she will never procrastinate if she has revenge!

- Description from novelbuddy

Arthur is an Atelier who works under pressure. When the curse of the Succubus activates his Netori System, Arthur is unable to resist his desire to win a woman's loyalty. There is no other reason for him to test a woman's loyalty that is easily shaken when his Netori System is activated.

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.

“Who said I want to be the hero?”——Silas, a streamer, died in a fire. When he opened his eyes, a man stood before him, pleading for his help — and from that moment onwards, things changed.[Pick a Choice],[Choice A — Be the Good Guy]