Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter - Chapter 562 - 561: Brother Jin Finally Understands_1

Upon waking up, Lin Wan Yi discovered she had slept with the wrong person! The other party turned out to be the “living Yama” Gu Yanshen, who at the age of thirty, still hadn't found a partner, according to her best friend.Facing the marriage report he threw at her, the capitalist's delicate daughter Lin Wan Yi reluctantly agreed to marry.After marriage, she unexpectedly activates the ancestral Spiritual Spring Space and thereby starts her counterattack in life!With the spiritual spring in hand, the world is mine!While others are worrying about meat coupons, she uses the spiritual spring water to wash her face, making her skin as soft as cream, and causing envy and tears in the entire military compound!While others are eating chaff and swallowing vegetables, she's growing fruits and vegetables with the space, feeding the abstinent living Yama into submission!While others suffer bitterly during pregnancy, she nourishes her fetus with the spiritual spring, and even with twins, her complexion remains rosy, infuriating all the gossipers!Military compound residents: A delicate young lady marries Mr. Gu, within three days she'll be running away crying!Best friend: This is terrible! I've accidentally trapped my best friend in bed with my brother! Won't the two of them start fighting?Initially, the icy husband Gu Yanshen: only wanted to be responsible.Later, Gu Yanshen hands over all his salary and meat tickets, encircling her in his arms, and whispers with reddened ears: My life and money, all belong to you.

Can't a man maintain his dignity while preparing for the end of the world? Is that too much to ask?

The Tower was all I knew... all any of us knew, and just like that, it was gone. Monsters the likes of which I'd never seen ravaged the land of my ancestors. They burst through the outer walls and stormed the city. No one could have been ready for that. But now... Now I have a second chance.

After the collapse of the known world, I woke up to find myself on the First Floor of the Tower. I was young and healthy, 18 again, and sitting in the same classroom that marked the worst days of my life. Confused and excited, I accepted this gift, deciding to use my vast knowledge of the future to climb the Tower in preparation for the end of the world.

Maybe I'll help some folks along the way? Who knows. Survival comes first.

The clock is ticking, and I'm left with only a century to build a Deck powerful enough to survive the end. Things to do... What's first? I need Essence, and I need power. I'll have to climb the Tower to acquire both of these. Some of the zealots will try to stop me, need to look out for those. What if-

“Hey, kid! Hand over the pouch or-”

Stab

Sorry, where was I? Ah... there's a spot of blood on my suit. What a lousy morning.

In this world of blood and fantasy, century-old Rowan Wilder has to not only survive, but thrive as he powers his way to the top of the Tower. The Demonic Plague that has twisted the creatures on the upper Floors is the least of his worries. Cane in hand and Summons by his side, he'll have to tear his way through the monsters, as well as the humans who want to stop his ascent. Of course, he can maintain a sense of decorum while he faces these trials, right?

Died because of grief, reincarnated because of fate.

Cal found himself in a world where dream was now reality and life meant survival!

A world where cultivation existed and only the strong could survive!

Follow him as he breaks through the unthinkable and reaches the heavens with nothing more but a power that lets him cultivate through Artifacts!

My older brother, who was my only family member, lost his memory. “I have a sibling? Are you kidding me?” He was a fool who cared for me ever since he brought me from the temple… “I can’t even take care of myself, so what is this…” I left the family because I didn’t want to be a burden to my older brother, who had no memory, and was helpless in the tragedy that followed. So I turned back time. That too, to the point when my brother lost his memory. “I don’t have anything in my head, so I don’t know what to do next. What if I have a kid with me?” We must not repeat the tragedy of the past life. So I grimly said, “That’s right. I don’t have anything on my brother’s head right now.” “…What, what?” I chuckled and took out a document I had prepared. The contents of the document, written in crooked, large letters, were simple. [I transfer all the property in my name to my younger sister.] While my gaping older brother was checking the documents, I took out his seal from his drawer and smeared it with ink. Then I put it in his hand and said with a very sad expression. “So stamp it. Now.” I will protect you in this life.