Commanding Wind and Cloud - Chapter 677

As soon as Lu Xuan woke up, he became an ordinary spiritual planter in Sanxiufang City, guarding a one-acre three-point spiritual field, and living in the world of practice.

Fortunately, I accidentally discovered that every time a spiritual plant matures, I can get extra rewards.

Harvest a sword grass and get a sword pill.

Harvest a Xuan Chong vine and get a share of Yin Xingsha.

Harvest a Youquan flower and get a piece of Zhiyan Pill Recipe.

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From then on, he guarded his spiritual field peacefully, and sat and watched the world of practice turbulent and vicissitudes.

“What about fighting skills, exploring secret realms, seeking immortal fate, obtaining magic weapons…all have nothing to do with me!”

“I just want to farm quietly.”

- Description from novelbuddy

Xu Anran did not know that her husband Qin Xiaokun was a wolf in sheep's clothing until she died.

He deceived her feelings with affectionate illusions, conspired to seize her family property, harmed her family, and in the end, he ran her over in his car in order to be with his true love justifiably.

After she opened her eyes again, Xu Anran returned to the day she married Qin Xiaokun five years ago.

Those scumbags better not think about touching the things that belonged to her in this lifetime!

What she suffered in her previous life would be avenged one by one.

She walked up to Qin Xiaokun's rival Jiang Rongyan in front of everyone and asked him with a smile, “Mr. Jiang, would you like to marry me?”

Behind him were the unpleasant expressions of the Qin family.

He thanked her for the invitation. This would be the cuckolding version of the face-slap script specially customized for Qin Xiaokun.

-Xu Anran wanted to stay away from relationships in this life, but she did not expect that after the agreed marriage expired, the man refused to let her go now!

Jiang Rongyan, “You want to flee after you finished using me? Heh, you're dreaming.”

Chang An is a sub-beast who, despite having the talent for the sword, did not have the constitution to support it. And his savior, Hua Yi, is a beastman on the run for his life.

This is a story about how two once innocent children had to grow up in such a cruel beastman world.

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[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.