Stunning Dragon Wife - Chapter 662 - 661: Poor Relationship

[The return of the Great Holy Spirit, blood boiling! 】 The father was killed, the family wealth was taken, all the hands and feet were interrupted, and the revenge flame was ignited, and the Qitian Dasheng inheritance was obtained. Since then, the rise of the sky, God blocked the killing, the Buddha blocked the Buddha! Qin Feng wore a gold armor and held a hand of the sea god: “I want this world for thirty-six days, and I will return to the big holy flag!”

- Description from Fpzw (Translated)

Albert never had any big ambitions. He always thought of himself as a salted fish. After rebirth, he even opened the golden finger of the panel. This is a proper way to become a winner in life.

Just when Albert was planning to make a salted fish with a goal, the owl sent an invitation letter from Hogwarts, and he realized that he had traveled to the world of Harry Potter novels.

Now, Albert is thinking about how to become a salted fish with dreams in the magic world.

(Daily articles, for fans, not dedicated to alchemy, please ignore the title of the book, if you have any questions, please refer to the relevant works.)

 Book Friends Group: 181770793

- Description from novelbuddy

Daytime belongs to the human world, while Deceit Night returns to the netherworld.Since the arrival of the sinister night, demons and evil spirits have brought disaster to humanity, and generations of our ancestors have struggled to survive.This blade of mine can eliminate evil, slay demons, defeat wickedness, exterminate devils, destroy evil!From now on, nighttime shall be like daytime!

[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.