Neurolink System in the Modern World - Chapter 58 My Punishment

A Mysterious continent, with many powerful sect and countless strong one. Juvenile Zhou Heng with a mysterious black broken sword, from the original stone town out into this world of war. Ascended the throne of the world with only a sword in hand.

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For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked.Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed.In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider.But now, she's done playing by wolf rules.She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page.“You're angry?” he growls.“Angry enough to commit murder,” she replies, voice cold as frost.A silent war brews under the roof they once called home.Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion.With every cold glance and calculated step,she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved.And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke...It may be far too late to win it back.

Le Yao became the cannon fodder female supporting role in Wenli, the president of the dog blood. Holding the principle of cherishing life, she signed the divorce slyly and then went away.

Le Yao, who was far away, began to let go of herself.

Returning to the campus to fight for strength, she became the most beautiful student god;

She was unhappy with the live broadcast of cooking and cooking, and she became the most popular chef…

Even teaching the square dance aunt to twist her hips, she became the most sassy dance god.

Le Yao:  …

It seems to be flying a little faster by accident.

Nangong Jue: It’s okay, no matter how fast I fly, I can’t fly out of my palm.

A group of bigwigs who want to hug and kiss Le Yao:…

Le Yao:  …

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Listen here, because I've seen it with my very own eyes.William Oh was born on the hundredth floor of The Tower, to the greatest Climbers of the ancient world, steeped in the Tower's lethal miasma from the moment he drew breath, giving him strange and unnatural powers.They say he is an immortal being who circles the dreams of mortal men, resurfacing wherever the need is greatest. Those who disparage him will fall into despair, but if you're a Climber in a tight scrape, look to the sky and say a little prayer.Maybe he will appear?Odds are probably better if you pay for my drink.- Rumor overheard on a 1st Floor Tavern. Originator did not pay his tab.