The Summoned Monster That Is Summoning Another Monster - Chapter 1180 - THE BATTLE OF THE HIVE WORLD

“Then why don’t I marry you!” Yu Dong suddenly proposed.

“You…” Xia Feng thought he had misheard.

“You see, you’re looking for someone to marry to ease your mother’s heart, I also want to get married, we’re right in front of the doors to the Civil Affairs Bureau, and with all our papers too!” Yu Dong exclaimed while holding up her red household book.

“And the most important thing is that we just broke up with our exes. This is fate, ah!”

Right up until they left the Civil Affairs Bureau again, holding a newly registered red book, Xia Feng remained dazed still wondering, how did he end up getting married?

Did he just pick up a wife at the doors to the Civil Affairs Bureau?

What Xia Feng doesn’t know is that Yu Dong traveled back in time from 10 years in the future.

Now, having a second chance in life and able to secure a good husband, Yu Dong will live her life at full throttle and without regrets.

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I’ve always dreamed of becoming a villainess, but I never thought that I would actually become one….!

This is the story of a young girl who aspires to become a villainous noble girl who’s capable of growing stronger through every confrontation that she is faced with.

Disclaimer: The main character’s standards for a villainess are a bit off.

After acquiring financial power, Shen Yuan had become the target of their spoken and written censure... Alternative titles of this book are “After Financial Freedom, They Offered Their Loyalty” and “Life Winner, I Have Multiple NPCs” There are some things you know. You will never regret opening this book...

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