Global Catastrophe: I Became the World Tree - Chapter 983 - 569 Protector

[2018 hottest fantasy serial] He is the number one genius, betrayed and murdered by the woman he loved most on his wedding night, reincarnated into a bullied and ridiculed wastrel young man.Wastrel? Genius? What a joke, who dares to call themselves a genius in front of me, Lin Fan, in the Nine Heavens and Ten Realms!Blocked meridians, born unable to awaken martial soul? I have a universal imaging system, able to imprint any martial arts techniques just by watching and become self-taught!

The first time she traveled abroad, she encountered the tragedy of a missing plane. When she woke up, she transformed from a sunny girl into a Young Madam!On the very first day after waking up, he tormented her for an entire night, and then he planned to steal her heart! How could there possibly be such good fortune in the world?She swore to escape from his grasp. “Young Master, the Young Madam has run away again...”“Damn it, launch a city-wide search within 24 hours!”He cornered her against the wall: “What exactly do you want?”“You're so disobedient. It seems I'll have to find a way to tie you to me forever...” He said mischievously, gently stroking her flat stomach.[The main text has been completed.]

Feng Yun thought his story ended the moment he took revenge for his family’s slaughter. But death was just the beginning. Awakening in the void, he is offered a second chance by an unknown entity—at a price.Reincarnated into a ruthless world where the deadly game “The Path to Godhood” has begun, Feng Yun must carve his way through deception, bloodshed, and power struggles. With the memories and skills of his past life intact, he has one goal: to survive, rise, and uncover the true purpose of this treacherous world.In a realm where only the strong dictate fate, will he seize power—or be consumed by it?

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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