Strict Wife Of The '70s Manages The Household - Chapter 547

This is a world where everyone participates in simulations, amidst an eerie apocalyptic setting.Only by performing a Heaven-defying Fate Change in the simulated life can one avoid being consumed by the black mist.Lu Yuan crosses over accidentally and gains an Adaptive Talent, receiving a Divine-level Talent automatically in every simulation!First Life: A modern technology world where Martial Dao is in decline.[Heaven Rewards Diligence]: With every bit of effort, reap a hundredfold reward; even breathing makes you stronger!Second Life: A Magic World, reincarnated as an ordinary skeleton.[Undead Calamity]: Transform into the Undead Dominator, using the Catastrophe Legion to battle against the Abyss Demon!Some Life: Parasitic cultivation, where cultivators are reared by the Insect Race.[Heaven-defying Comprehension]: Deduce the Gu Dao cultivation system, becoming the first Gu Immortal in history!As each Divine-level Talent is activated, the Gods and Demons finally discover in terror…

She thought she was going to be with a warm boy, but she didn't expect that she slept with an arrogant CEO accidently.

As soon as she entered the university and became a college student, she unexpectedly became an unmarried mother, even a twin. For the sake of children, she has grown from a simple little girl to a strong and independent single mother. Later, she found the children's father. In their long time together, they gradually fell in love with each other ...

The Card Creator is a very ordinary profession. Simply put, the incumbent seals various kinds of abilities, illusions, images and so on in blank cards for convenience of use.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.