Flowers Bloom from Battlefield - Chapter 8: Second Be

The low-ranking behemoth, the iron mountain is invincible in the horizontal push, and it is called the king of the backing.

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In order to seize the opportunity, the four-year-old Ayu was thrown into the deep mountain after the blizzard.

Fortunately, kindhearted people took it in.

The Wang family is so poor, sick, disabled, and indebted, but from top to bottom, they dote on her like a jewel.

Everyone said that the Wang family picked up a money-losing item, and sooner or later they would finish the game together!

Unexpectedly, this group pet doll is really a small blessing.

Xiao Ayu took out his small pocket and smiled sweetly: Portable Space, Super Spiritual Spring, Spirit-Testing Treasure Mouse, Ayu has everything you want!

There is revenge for revenge, there is revenge for kindness.

This blessing is incredible. He is not only a small farmer, but also a small business expert. He can also open an academy, open a sea trade, and establish a noble kindergarten. He has earned the favor of all the staff!

Watch the group Chong Fubao turn around and take the family to the pinnacle of life!

The time-travel girl and the villains were dumbfounded: it turned out that they were the ones who missed the golden finger!

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Once in time, she became a peasant girl in Yuehe Village who had just been divorced. Her parents disappeared, leaving her with a five-year-old child. Little Baozi brother, grandma doesn’t care, grandpa doesn’t care, uncles and aunts are top-notch, cousins ​​make fun of them.

It doesn’t matter, we have space and the world in our hands. Let’s see her make a fortune with her little bun.

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...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.