MTL - Dragon Who Controls Time - Chapter 415 Next, please challenge the Lord of the Dragon Court and the Powerful Dragon Queen.

New book by Bimo Zhijian, author of .---------------------This world, quietly enveloped by shadows, an invisible terror spreads among the crowd.The world seems to be plummeting into the abyss.Fang You, who could only cower at home to survive, got hold of a game about salvation, and from then on recruited Angel Envoys, built bases, and developed personnel, until one day, when the salvation organization “Torch” surfaced...Shocked by the world！

Qiao Zhao married a first-class noble son from the capital, but unfortunately for her, she wasn’t given a bridal chamber as a sign of her newly married life.

After their marriage, her husband went on an expedition, leaving her alone to take care of herself. After a long time apart, they finally saw each other again, but suddenly, she was shot dead by her husband on the city wall with an arrow.

When she opened her eyes after a while, she saw herself in the body of a kidnapped young girl riding a donkey, racking her brains to figure out how to get back to the capital.

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They had been married for less than a week when Lin Banxia discovered that without his embrace, she couldn’t sleep; without his love, she felt anxious; without his companionship, her emotions spiraled out of control.But then one day, she had stomach troubles!The hospital handed over a test result: Congratulations, Mrs. Huo, you’re pregnant.He said, “Give birth to my child, and we won’t just have three years together—we’ll have a lifetime!”She squinted her eyes and replied, “Mr. Huo, you’ve miscalculated. Clearly, after giving birth, you’re letting me go in three years.”“The child can’t go without a mother, and I can’t go without you. Understand?” That was Young Master Huo’s confession.

(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…