Guide to tame my villainous husbands - Chapter 1399: Mo Qiang Fainted

In Azeroth, a young man, touched by arcane energies, embarks on an extraordinary journey. Driven by an unyielding pursuit of love and justice and a staunch refusal to become a mere ghoul, he seeks to reclaim lost justice and restore humanity's fading light. His arcane might shall not falter.Azeroth will know the name David Edmund Duke.I'm doing this because I saw that the translator didn't finish his work with the words check patreon for more chapther! How dare he! He shall rue the day he left a work unfinished!As for the other fic! Don't worry I'll update regularly! It also depends on the author and his lazy ass.Anyways enjoy!

Before death Qin Tailong left two magic tools to his son, Qin Dong. In his father’s last words, Qin Dong realized his father had been murdered by Lord Wanpeng, who coveted one of the family magic tools—mystic chaos ring. Bearing the hatred in mind, Qin Dong swore to revenge against his foe. He escaped to the mortal realm temporarily, continued to strengthen his cultivation base and studied the secret hidden in the seals of the ring. While reveling the secret, he found five ladies were the key to the release the seals. Their romantic relationship with Qin Dong was established the moment he was born.

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William was but an ordinary man—until fate saw fit to thrust him fifteen years into the past. Yet, this was no mere journey through time; he awoke not in his own flesh, but in that of the third son of Duke Herne, the most formidable noble in the realm.Now, amidst the glittering halls of power, where smiles conceal daggers and honour is but a well-spoken lie, William must navigate a world where commoners are naught but dust beneath the boots of the aristocracy. In this treacherous game of deception and ambition, he must learn quickly—for in the world of the nobility, ignorance is a death sentence----------------------------Hear ye, my loyal readers… From this day onward, updates shall be limited to three chapters per day—no more!Alas, my quill grows weary, and my stockpile of chapters runs thin. The weight of silence presses upon this tale, and my passion falters…I ask but a simple boon—Golden Tickets and a flood of reviews! Shall this humble plea go unanswered?.