MTL - The Identity of the Real Rich Man Can’t Be Hidden - Chapter 342 can't leave

Xie Yunnan accidentally learned that he was a cannon fodder in someone else’s love, and would lose his life because of it.

What the hell is this? He doesn’t want to die!

Also, he is clearly a top. His dream since childhood was to marry a beautiful and fair-skinned wife!

After inadvertently saving a pitiful and frail beauty, Xie Yunnan bit down, and got the certificate with someone.

He married, and the scumbag left.

After marriage, Xie Yunnan fed his little wife every day and vowed to be a considerate and good husband.

After feeding and feeding, he gradually felt that something was wrong.

Good little wife, why are you getting stronger?!

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Duan Changqing, a body-refining madman, transmigrated into a pitiful little fellow with injuries all over his body, and found a Taoist companion who was in-line with his heart.

He is very satisfied.

He will definitely grow back his muscles as soon as possible, and beat down all those who dare to bully his Taoist companion!

Duan Changqing worked hard to cultivate. After becoming strong, he suddenly found that he was also the most respected high priest in this world.

Duan Changqing, who had just become the leader of the rebel army and is discussing with people how to kill all the priests including the high priest: “…”

How to hide his vest? Urgently waiting online!

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Nina Sinclair had the worst luck for eight lifetimes. Her boyfriend of three years was getting married, but the bride wasn’t her, and he even wanted her to attend the wedding?In a fit of anger, she found a man to fake a marriage. She planned to have him impersonate the mysterious billionaire uncle of her scumbag boyfriend who was on a business trip, aiming to crush the cheating couple by attending the wedding as his aunt!After getting the fake marriage certificate, Nina discovered she had been deceived.The marriage certificate was real, and the driver husband from the fake marriage turned into her real husband. That man even demanded she fulfill wifely duties!To slap the scumbag in the face, Nina had no choice but to brace herself. Unexpectedly, the husband she picked up on the go had good kidneys, a strong waist, loved her, spoiled her, and even helped her teach the scumbags a lesson, almost spoiling her rotten!Later, she discovered that whenever the billionaire went on a business trip, her bargain husband disappeared. The media snapped a photo of the billionaire with a globally unique pink diamond necklace, which appeared on her dressing table the next day…Could it be that her bargain husband was actually the billionaire himself?!Nina Sinclair: “Explain yourself!”The man walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist, “Calm down, my dear wife, don’t let it affect the baby.”

A Journey Across Time, A Battle for FreedomWhat if you could go back in time?What would you do?Stop the world war?Stop slavery?When Joseph Situma, a modern-day man, is thrust back to the year 1542, he is reborn as Khisa Lusweti, the son of a village chief in Eastern Africa. Struggling to bridge the gap between his past life and his new reality, Khisa must navigate the brutal tides of history. But as he uncovers the looming horrors of the transatlantic slave trade, he realizes that fate has given him a chance—an opportunity to change the course of history.Armed with knowledge beyond his years and the trust of a people who see him as both a leader and a boy, Khisa must unite warriors, outthink ruthless enemies, and fight for a future that was never meant to be. But history is not so easily rewritten, and with every victory comes a greater challenge.Will he defy destiny, or will the weight of the past crush him before he can break the chains of oppression?A gripping tale of resilience, strategy, and the unyielding spirit of a people on the brink of war.

I smile. I know I smile. I just don't know when.“Entropy?” After all, the blood in my veins dried up decades ago, only dust remains.“Ephemera?” My begging longingness—all of my dreams, devoured by void. Left is but an empty shell—hollow inside.“Life?” Paradox.“Death?” Cold, but equal for all. Just like the blood in my heart's arteries and veins— frozen—time immemorial.“Universe?” Its fabric—time and space, wrapped around like some illusion, a grand simulation—just like that dream...faint, but there.“Dream?” I couldn't tell...very...disorderly like chaos, like silhouette in the mist, hard to capture, it's memory very faint.“Home?”“Home?”“Are you there?”...***Reality fiction.