Monsters Die When Killed - Chapter 26 - 8: Celestial God Scale

A marriage contract lasting three years, a marriage in name only, as if they were strangers.To provide for her child, she went out to work in a large corporation, only to find her boss was actually her contract husband...“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I chose the company because the salary was high enough.”The man flipped through the resume in his hand and asked casually, “Why did you take a year off from university when you were 19?”“I, when I was a freshman... something happened in my family.”“Is that so? Then why do you have a scar on your lower abdomen?”“I had appendectomy...”His gaze was inscrutable.......After a three-year marriage, she signed the divorce agreement with a heavy heart.She turned and walked away with dignity and poise, like a splash of light ink.But why did this man keep pursuing her?

"An accident. She's pregnant. How unlucky. She got pregnant in one shot!

Tong Airui was kicked in the ribs by a little girl!The news spread, and his brothers and sisters were instantly in an uproar.“Who is that girl? Let's avenge Fourth Brother!”Who is the little girl?The purple-clad car goddess on the racetrack, the beautiful girl at the chessboard, and she's been bearing a nickname for more than ten years: sweeping star!Eighteen car accidents, and she was present at every one!Sure enough! Whoever meets her is unlucky!But what puzzled Yi Luowa was:Even the dog next door started avoiding her, yet why does that cunning wolf refuse to leave?When she first felt life was meaningless, it was him who tightly held her hand.“As long as I'm alive, the sky won't fall on you!”From then on, her world was bright![Maid Chapter]One day, Tong Airui was thirsty, “Yi Luowa, I want to drink water!”“Your mouth is below your nose, drink if you want!” a certain woman pouted, glancing at the man sitting beside her and said, “Old Eighth, I'm thirsty.”Old Eighth hurriedly brought water to her hand, “Drink it, I've cooled it for you.”Yi Luowa happily took a sip, just one sip, before Tong Airui snatched it away with a dark expression.After drinking it in one go, Tong Airui pointed at her nose and shouted, “Remember, you're my maid!”Yi Luowa slapped his hand away, “Tong Airui, you running faster than a rabbit proves you're healed. My days as a maid are over!”[Pampering Wife Chapter]Second Sister: “Tong Fourth, your wife has already beaten Grandpa ten times in a row. If this continues, Grandpa will get sick from anger! Aren't you going to control your wife?”Tong Airui: “If his skills are not as good as others, why insist on playing chess with my wife? That's not something I can control!”Fifth Brother: “Fourth Brother, can't you control my sister-in-law? She's taken eight championships from me!”Tong Airui: “From now on, when your sister-in-law enters a car race, you just don't enter!”Fifth Brother: “The key is, she participates in every race.”Tong Airui: “I'll give you ten months to quickly win a championship. After ten months, I can't control her.”Fifth Brother: “What's happening?”Tong Airui: “Your sister-in-law is expecting!”[PS: Spoiling text, strong male and female leads, both emotionally and physically pure, one-on-one relationship, continuous pampering. If you like it, please add to your favorites, love you~

A weary historian dies and finds himself in a different world awakened in a life as the notorious young Duke of a southern state. His nation is weakened, his army underfed, and his neighbors revolve around his lands menacingly. No one believes his land is going to hold out until winter.But this newfound duke is no naive simpleton his enemies recollect. He carries with him the experience of centuries of war and empire, of starting and ending monarchies. From Caesar to Napoleon, from the Mongols to world wars, he has learned from each of them—and his strategy is to make history his very own arms.He organizes his smashed levies into well-trained formations, rebuilds his castles, and turns his villages into supply centers. Where others see defeat, he senses opportunity. As he triumphs, rumors spread: of a pennant red as winter snow that shall not go to ground, of a bloody duke who writes his name in gore and flame.Is he a savior who's constructing a new empire, or a tyrant who's going to bring the world to endless war?