Solo Cultivation in The Apocalypse - Chapter 213 The Imposter

Qin Yichen returned to his youth with his memories of more than 10,000 years. Superb mental strength, advanced elixir formula, advanced martial arts.

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International negotiator Jiang Fu was framed and died.

Waking up to find himself reborn in the body of a newly engaged female college student.

When confronting his fiancé for the first time, Fu Xiting’s tone was cold and murderous: “If you are obedient, you will keep it. If you are not obedient, you will abandon it.”

Confronting again, Jiang Fu stood in the auditorium of the Capital University to participate in the International Collegiate Debating Competition. Looking at Fu Xiting, who was the referee, she asked in a straight voice, “Mr. Fu, what is marriage to you?”

Fu Xiting replied: “Benefits.”

Rumor has it that Fu Xiting, the prince of the business world, married a charming wife.

Unexpectedly, on the wedding night, his wife held a cold knife to his throat, and her voice was comparable to that of King Yama: “In 2009, Jiang Fu, an international negotiator, and her team went to Dongguo for negotiations, and the plane crashed on the way back. What does it have to do with you?” relation?”

Fu Xiting’s heart trembled. After many days of guessing came true, he looked at Jiang Fu with a bit of helplessness: “My handwriting.”

Before marriage, she was an abandoned child in her hands.

After marriage, she couldn’t give up the medicine.

Rumor has it that the youngest daughter of the Jiang family has no talent.

Jiang Fu:? ? ? How should I act?

[From being indifferent to being obliged to you, the heroine is online, step by step approaching the truth to find the cause of her death]

Conception: Loving yourself is the beginning of being loved

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He’s in the deepest part of the Jianghu. Keep your eyes wide open if you do not wish to get dragged into the abyss.

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