MTL - I Have a Dragon - Chapter 51 : He Dehe can step into this door?

When Gao Ge is awake, he finds that he has returned to the earth before aura reappeared. The world will usher in an era of practitioners soon. Various schools of cultivation and families of ancient martial arts will spring up. As a man who is living a second life, Gao Ge will never let go of the chance to grasp the resources, cultivation methods and treasure places first.

In this era, there are many geniuses and I, Gao Ge, shall be the king of them.

Gu Qingcheng has a fiery temper and is a well-known little princess in Jiangcheng, and she has a good boyfriend who spoils her to the sky.

Only her boyfriend’s cousin, Huo Sicheng, opposed her everywhere, and the two were notoriously deadly rivals.

However, at the engagement banquet, when Gu Qingcheng regretted the marriage in public and announced that she was going to marry the disabled Huo Sicheng who was in a wheelchair, the jaws of all the guests dropped in shock.

Just when everyone thought that the couple would fight to the death in private, guessing that either one of them wanted to keep their husband widowed or the other wanted to keep their wife widowed, but the fact is…

“Husband, I’m stuck in traffic and come back a few minutes late. Open the door and let me in.” Gu Qingcheng knocked on the bedroom door with a pitiful expression.

“Sleeping in the living room.” Huo Shao’s indifferent voice came from the room.

“Honey, someone bullied me today.”

The person who bullied Gu Qingcheng disappeared the next day.

“Honey, they all say I’m so fierce.”

Huo Shao glanced at Gu Qingcheng, and opened his thin lips lightly: “They are talking nonsense, you are not fierce at all.”

From then on, Gu Qingcheng set fire to Huo Shao and handed firewood, Gu Qingcheng abused the scum and Huo Shao handed the knife, and the husband and wife worked together without getting tired.

Only Gu Qingcheng knew that before her rebirth, she was provoked and misunderstood by a scumbag to misunderstand Huo Sicheng. After her rebirth, she abused the scum and slapped him in the face, and loved Huo Sicheng with her life.

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Mythological revival, Blue Planet suddenly expanded hundreds of times, countless creatures from ancient myths appeared, dividing territories.Strange beasts from the Classic of Mountains and Seas, apocalyptic beasts from Western mythology, colossal demonic bodies from the deep sea...Xu Zhou traveled to this dangerous parallel world and discovered that he had a clone of a giant rooster.Moreover, he obtained the talent to gain one kilogram every day.This talent continued to upgrade with the evolution of the clone, one hundred kilograms a day, ten thousand kilograms a day...From then on, a Kun with unlimited growth ability started to grow infinitely, gradually evolving into a mythical beast.One thousand jin, ten thousand jin, one hundred thousand jin...Years later.“My current weight is 90 trillion trillion tons, with a punch that can kill a mythical creature.” In the starry sky, Xu Zhou stared at a mythical giant beast in the void, with icy killing intent in his eyes.The next second, the planet-sized body surged suddenly...

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