I Might Be A Fake Cultivator - Chapter 1880 - I Told You to Be Nice

At twenty-four, Ashley Flynn had endured more than most. From the tragic loss of her parents to the lose of her marriage–and now, the mysterious abduction of her daughter. Just when she thought life couldn’t get any crueler, her ex-boyfriend resurfaced. Rich, powerful, and more relentless than ever, Lorenzo Grey was determined to win back Ashley’s heart, no matter how much she hated him. Or how long it took him.When she turned to him for help finding her missing daughter, he saw the perfect opportunity he had long awaited.“You mentioned that you wanted to help me find my daughter,” Ashley said, her voice trembling slightly.“Yes, I did...” Lorenzo replied, watching her like a hawk. “...but it won't come without a price.”Ashley hated him even more for trying to exploit her desperation–but he knew this was the only tool he had left to reclaim what was once his. And now, Ashley must do what she felt was necessary, even if it meant breaking her own defenses and craving the very man who once shattered her heart. Because to her, a mother’s love knows no limits—and no sacrifice was too great.

Ye Xiong was an infamous war machine — feared by the world and known to many as the God of Death. After an incident, he returned to Jiangnan city and faked a marriage to the Ice Queen President, Yang Xinyi.This is the story of a shameless sugar baby and his quest to conquer a group of beautiful girls, including the Ice Queen President, and win their hearts!

He, the direct descendant of the most mysterious family in Haicheng, was regarded as a distinguished man by the entire country A. He did not like to be publicized, low-key and calm, and possessed the most noble bloodline.

She, the only descendant of a family of modern ancient doctors, was framed when she was young, and was thrown into a lunatic asylum together with her mother.

As soon as she fell off the cliff, she slashed wild beasts, searched for ancient grass, a peerless pill furnace, and practiced magic medicine pills.

The transformation of waste, once a god, a medicinal pill, resurrected from the dead, the blood of the underworld, and the supreme legend.

When she returned with contempt, she vowed to turn this sea city upside down, and what she owed her would be repaid tenfold and one hundredfold!

Whoever takes away her property will die; whoever hurts her mother will perish; whoever deceives the world and steals her name will perish.

But people can’t be too flamboyant. If this piece is flamboyant, it will be missed by others, and it is the mysterious big guy who will make people smell it. How to break it.

If there is a man who is always behind you, he wants to spoil you, love you, make money for you to spend, be your punching bag when you are angry, and be happy with you when you are happy.

Seeing the god-like man kneeling on one knee and tying the shoelaces of the trashy lady, the onlookers couldn’t say anything in shock, who said that man never touched women.

Who is the man in front of him who holds the woman with a sticky voice and screams for his sweetheart?

The introduction is incompetent, mainly read the text, the strongest pet marriage in history, a unique modern history of pet marriage, different male and female protagonists, the same greasy pet addiction.

- Description from novelbuddy

Xiao Nanfeng has a deeply held secret: he retains memories of his past life on Earth. Trained as a scholar and wise beyond his years, he leverages his understanding to free himself from captivity and embarks on the path of cultivation. His goal is to find his missing parents, ten years lost. Loyal allies will accompany him, and fierce enemies will deter him—but talented cultivator though he might be, Xiao Nanfeng's greatest strength has always been his mind.

Original Blurb: Beneath the vast firmament, the brilliance of an era is but a fleeting moment, a flash of fireworks that vanishes in the blink of an eye. Look down upon the land, through countless ages, and witness the rise and fall of civilizations. Immortal sects, vast empires, sanctuary and holy ground—all are but specks of dust against the backdrop of the heavens; the glory of millennia, reduced to ashes. Yet from the depths of ruin, new sparks emerge. You and I, we strive to become towering trees that would pierce through the heavens. What lies beyond the celestial dome?

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