MTL - Way of the Devil - Chapter 191 Not laughing nine

Six months ago, tens of thousands of black phantom towers appeared all over the world, floating above the cities. Chemists, physicists, religious people… all of them could do nothing.

Lin Qingqing was still talking to her friends about taking part in the singing contest the previous night. When she woke up the next day, she came five years later and found that she had not only married a overbearing president she didn’t know at all, but also had a child with him?!!

What kind of dog blood plot is this?

It is said that she still doesn’t like her husband and children, and the most thing she wants to do every day is divorce.

Looking at the pitiful eyes of Little Meng dumpling that was looking for attention and care in front of her, the handsome and rich, carefully spoiled her, want to get close but dare not, her overbearing husband, Lin Qingqing heart felt soft, “just accept it”!

At first Lin Qingqing only wanted to be a good mother, but later she found the husband so charming that she only wanted to roll in his arms every day….

Yi Zeyan knew from the beginning that the woman did not love him. No matter how kind he was to her, she didn’t appreciate it. Even if she married him, she was not willing to look him in the eye. Later, she simply lost her memory and completely forgot him.

However, he did not expect her to become different after losing her memory. She not only did not reject his approach, but even smiled at him. Later, she even stick close to him from time to time and act like a spoiled child to him.

She has become so sweet, how can he endure it…

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You, yes you! It's you! Why are you running? Run, keep running! Why don't you run anymore!Do you have an Otherworldly Affairs Office pass?And selling this world’s goods, did you pay the taxes?I don't care if you're the head of an Immortal Sect, put your hands on your head and squat by the wall! Prepare for inspection!

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”