Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect - Chapter 307 - 245: Searching for the Dog

“No way, Salino, you said that this little guy who killed 300 million pirates in one blow, who is only eight years old this year, is your biological brother?!”

Sengoku Marshal’s office, Akainu, Aokiji, Garp, Sengoku, Crane, all looked confused. “It’s really him!”

Huang Yuan was also shocked and confused, his younger brother was obviously only eight years old, how could he be so fierce? ! At this time, summer is here. Sengoku invited him to join the navy.

“Joining the navy is no problem, I want to be an admiral!”

Red Dog frowned: “General? Just you?” Xia Tian made a decisive move, and sent Red Dog flying with one punch, shocking the audience!

“Yes, it’s just me.”

- Description from novelbuddy

Ji Chenli and Ming Lang divorced.

She has been out of breath for many years, and she shouldn’t have caused any waves in the circle, but her divorce partner is Ming Lang.

The news of the actress’ suicide and death was forwarded hundreds of thousands of times, even surpassing the popularity of Ji Chenli on the day when she won the actress trophy.

Ji Chenli woke up again, and found that his time had gone back seven years, back to the first day of his marriage with Ming Lang.

She calmly accepted the fact of being reborn, and the first thing she did when she woke up was to find a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement and send it to her newly married partner.

“Let’s get a divorce.” Ji Chenli smiled, seeing that the face of the person he once loved was darker than the bottom of the pot, and his heart felt relieved.

【Reading Guide】
1. Same-sex marriageable background, mind carefully
2. Ming Lang (Attack) X Ji Chenli (Shou)
3. Dog blood text, enter with caution
4.he

Content tags: entertainment circle marriage love war
Protagonist: Ming Lang (lang, three tones), Ji Chenli┃ Others: he

- Description from novelbuddy

When I became a rich young master, I had to enjoy it.

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.