Dao of the Bizarre Immortal - Chapter 951 - Siming of Flesh

Wang Tianxiao was reborn thirty years ago, the day before the eldest son was born.

It was more than 20 degrees below zero, and the wife shivered on the cold kang with her big belly and three-year-old daughter in her arms.

In the pot, there was no firewood to be seen, and the bottom of the water tank was solidly frozen.

What a difficult start.

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The new novel “Chase Marriage 99 Times: Young Master Nong is Spoiled” has started with an absolutely sweet pampering the...The new novel “Chase Marriage 99 Times: Young Master Nong is Spoiled” has started with an absolutely sweet pampering theme![Sweet pampering novel] Young Master Yan spent two hundred million yuan to marry a wife as beautiful as a flower, a story known all around the country.Master Yan's wife, worth two hundred million, ran away just a few days after their wedding. This shameful act is known only to heaven, earth, him, and her.Five years later, Master Yan received a call from Express Delivery, saying a cutie was delivered and asked for his signature!Master Yan looked at the mini version of himself in front of him, “Kid, who are you?” The mini Master Yan glanced at him, “I am the father of your grandchild!”Master Yan held his forehead, everyone says he's crazy, but how come this little boy is even crazier than him?!“Who is your Mommy?” Master Yan asked in a much gentler tone this time. After all, this kid is clearly his own blood!The young master sneered, his youthful little hand pointed fiercely at his belly, “You're so stupid! My Mommy is your grandchild's grandmother!”The fortune teller said that he has two nemesis in his life; one undoubtedly is her. And this one in front of him, undoubtedly, is the other one.

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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“You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.”