Assimilate All Talents - Chapter 308: Blood Moon

The fire burned ever brighter, and more and more people were passing the flame.Beneath the land covered in ice and snow...The fire burned ever brighter, and more and more people were passing the flame.Beneath the land covered in ice and snow, a dragon awoke from the magma, elves danced upon the ears of grain, and mushrooms ran happily.At this moment.Russell Fluorescent Fungus raised the Sword of Burning in his hand and was crowned the Flame King in the name of a Dragon Knight....Dragons and elves set sail once more, this time to farm in a frozen land!An arduous work by Bai Yuhann in 2024, please enjoy watching!

In her previous life, she tried her best, she struggled. In the end, she has lost to her own mediocrity.

In this life, she resigned to her fate.

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After her mother passed away, Xia Rou reincarnated as an orphan and she got taken in by her mother’s lover. Once again she stepped into Cao family, and once again she had to confront the people she loved and hated……

She dares not to expect anything, only except that she won’t suffer any more in this life……

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Blast! The famous Lin family in Jinchuan went bankrupt.

Guazhong: Who is so capable?

Insider: The unworthy descendant Lin Wanli!

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Brilliant! Jinchuan Yanluo and Huo Yaoxiao are married!

Guazhong: Who is the bride?

Insider: Domineering and arrogant Lin Wanli!

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Shock! The identity of the person in charge of Taixi Biology was revealed.

Guazhong: Who is the president?

Insider: Or Lin Wan… Li?

That waste waste snack? ?

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In her previous life, Lin Wanli was tricked by her girlfriends, framed by her scumbag father, and rejected by her grandmother. She couldn’t even protect her eight-month-old daughter, and was abandoned in the trash can by the nanny.

Resurrecting her life, Lin Wanli desperately seized the bargaining chip for revenge, and also grabbed the man who helped her avenge her. It’s just… She always thought that man was also reborn, until he could see through her heart without any scruples.

Lin Wanli: “Mr. Huo, it’s a bit impolite for you to be reborn with skills!”

A certain master: “When did I say that I was born again?”

Lin Wanli: “Is that my misunderstanding?”

A certain master: “No misunderstanding, I have some skills. For example, I heard someone say in my heart last night that the bed is really a bit small?”

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Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”