Beauty in the beast world - Chapter 11: Horse tribe

Have you ever thought about what the goddess in your mind will look like in front of others?

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Life was going well, but his wife suddenly filed for divorce, with a firm attitude.

Lu Huai’an was puzzled and even annoyed.

He supported a large family on a few acres of land, and he supported his parents in the old age, and no one could tell the difference.

Why is she so dissatisfied?

If he could do it all over again, he wouldn’t listen to the old man’s words and stay in the village, and he wouldn’t be able to make a lot of money with his back facing the loess.

The eldest daughter was getting married soon, and he was annoyed when he thought about it in the middle of the night if his son-in-law was not good.

The second daughter had to pay for a college anyway, and she couldn’t find a job after graduating from junior high school.

The youngest daughter will go abroad if she wants to, so as to save her life from going through old accounts all day long.

The important thing is that he definitely won’t marry this woman, he has to change to someone who is obedient and beautiful.

The result opened his eyes.

He went back to his wedding day.

【80s/Daily/Shuangwen】

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On the day known as the Great Awakening, the barrier separating mortals, spirits, and gods shattered without warning. Divine influence poured into the world like rain and the world was forever changed.Aren Cross stood at the very top of that new world, one of the strongest Mystics to ever live.For that strength, he was betrayed. In his final moments, Aren attempted to evolve once more, to abandon humanity and ascend as a god. He failed.But, instead of death, Aren awakens in his high school classroom, moments before his first bloodline awakening ceremony.This time, with knowledge of the future, he will choose the strongest Evolutions.Water and Fire are opposing elements? Why not pick both?Wings or Burrowing Traits? Let me take them all.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…