The Ace Bigshot Becomes A Farmgirl - Chapter 647 Madam Hou’s Request

The legend of the continent, the battle that brought fame; the Sacred Phoenix Lady, the Windfire Meteor Godrealm saber-art; the pair that ascend and fuse, the golden sun and the blue moon, the fury of the crashing thunder. There is no magic, no battle qi, nor any martial arts in this land. However, there are martial spirits. Ten thousand years have passed since the founding of the Tang Sect on the Douluo continent, and it has declined. A new, proud generation of heaven’s chosen has been born. Can the new generation of Shrek’s Seven Devils rally the Tang Sect and once more compose the song of the Unrivaled Tang Sect?

A million-year-old spirit beast, a sacred deathgod that holds the sun, the moon, and the stars in his hands, and a brand new spirit tool system which caused the fall of the Tang sect. One miracle shall occur after another.

Can the Tang Sect’s hidden weapons rally the winds, and can the glory of the Tang Sect ascend once more? All of this will be continued in the second installment of Douluo Dalu—The Unrivaled Tang Sect!

Yuanbao was born in ancient times, the only girl in three generations, the nickname is Jiaojiao, the big name is Bao, this is a proper script for the group favorite heroine.

However, Zhuangzi next door suddenly came to the young lady of the high official’s family in the city.

This young lady is a direct descendant, but her mother passed away early, her father continued, and the young lady was not welcomed, so she was sent out of the city.

“There is an ominous foreboding!”

Yuan Bao thought so.

“Little sister, you see how pitiful the little sister is, can’t you be a little sympathetic?”

A brother looked at the lady next door with pity on his face.

Yuanbao raised his hand and a pot lid flew over: “People are pitiful? They don’t have to worry about food and clothing, do they need you to be pitiful?”

“Good fight!”

Grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, many brothers, clapped their hands together.

A certain young lady is knowledgeable and reasonable, and said, “Being habitual is like killing a child. Your sister needs to be well educated!”

“roll!”

A brother stared directly, “My little sister is beautiful and kind, which one likes her?”

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This text has been published under the name “Amidst the Falling Stars”.“President, I've found a little Baozi who looks a lot like you.”“President, Baozi says he doesn't have a real dad; he's a test-tube baby!”“……”He'd only been gone for two days, only to be told by his secretary that he'd been high-grade counterfeited, and it was a mini version of him!Test-tube baby?Thud!One phone call, city-wide search for Baozi, and also Baozi's... mom...Half an hour later...“President, we've found Baozi's mom... it's just... the young assistant you just fired.”“……”Before meeting Ou Mucen, Ye Ning was both the inconspicuous adopted daughter of the Ou Family and the true hidden master of the Antique Circle. She was exceptionally talented and intelligent, content with living a simple life.But after meeting Ou Mucen, her persona collapsed...

Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary.[Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant]Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp.“Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again!”“Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!”The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins.I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.