MTL - The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus - Chapter 62 Madden

Wen Xu doesn’t like life in the big city, because the big city makes him feel that he is always in a hurry, and his body and mind never seem to get a moment’s rest. To the sky of stars, and the smoggy days that can’t be complained about.

I finally had a chance to escape from the city and return to the countryside. Even though it was a bit poor at first, the land and mountains and rivers of my hometown finally calmed down my wandering heart. Green mountains, green waters, rolling terraced fields, lush forests and trees, all night Looking up, you can see the sky full of stars, or a big bright moon, listening to the chirping of birds and insects, sleeping on a comfortable big wooden bed until you wake up naturally, this is the life Wen Yan wants.

 The new book “Little Life on an American Ranch” has been published, and you are welcome to support and correct me.

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[Strong female + vest + sadistic slap in the face + micro metaphysics]

[Group pet + no logic]

At the age of eighteen, Lin Wu learned that he was a fake daughter and was kicked out of the house.

Lin family: You have no talent or ability, your moral character and learning are worrisome, and you are not as good as Qianqian at all!

Lin Wu turned around and went to his biological parents’ house.

I thought it was just as shabby as the Lin family said, but I never thought it was completely different——

The backcountry is actually the premier special area for the rich!

Ordinary people are actually the richest people in the country!

My biological mother is a famous and authoritative professor!

Even my brothers and sisters are the proud ones in various fields!

Facing Lin Wu, who had no brand name and looked thin, they looked distressed: Wuwu, you have been wronged, from now on these countries will be yours!

Lin Wu casually made hundreds of millions, wiped out a group of mercenaries with his bare hands, completed experiments at an international research institute, and saved someone by the way, and politely thanked them.

The family members looked at her unfinished vest:! ! !

The handsome man who had been rescued stood in front of Lin Wu, raised his eyebrows and smiled: Such a great kindness should be pledged with one’s own body.

All the subordinates following behind covered their faces: Master Jiu, where is the reserve? !

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It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.

An Xiaojiu stepped on the soap in the bathroom and fell directly to ancient times!

Crossed, or with Taobao, An Xiaojiu determined to become the ancient Jack Ma!

Just when I first wore it, I met grandma, grandma, and auntie. She either wanted to kill her or sold her!

These are nothing, we have Taobao! The ancient broken bowls can sell a lot of money on Taobao. We also double the eleven in ancient times!

I was thinking of being casual and doing myself well, but I was pregnant while unmarried. Only then did An Xiaojiu know how lowly the status of an ancient merchant girl was!

Low enough, she won’t be recognized by her future mother-in-law for buying one get two!

The secret of identity, whose conspiracy?

Love chase, whose life and death?

Looking back, my affection remains unchanged, can you still hold a sword to protect me?

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