White-Robed Chief - Chapter 951: Tracking Down the Suspec

Shu Yu transmigrated to become a mob character, exiled into oblivion after appearing twice after helping the female side character who kept trying to dig a deeper hole for herself.Realizing she couldn't change the outcome, Shu Yu decided to just goof off.But even before the exile came, she was suddenly told that she was not a daughter of the Shu family.She was born to a farmer's family, who were so poor they couldn't afford to repair their leaking house. Having decided to eliminate the tarnishing of their good name, Shu Yu's adopted family decided to murder her.Shu Yu: Come on, see who dies.Returning to her biological family, the sight of a plate of salted vegetables, a barely-full bowl of rice, and her real parents' nervous looks, she finally sighed.No more goofing off, or she's going to starve to death.

grains of sand slipping through my fingers.All I had left was my name: Clark.Enjoy reading it!

For Marco, Lucas is his meek little brother. For the rest of the world, he is the menacing Ghost of Vermil.“Angels endow blessings. Demons sow curses.” A hundred years ago, angels and demons descended on earth. It is said they are still here.Annointed with potent holy power, Marco is set to join the Kingdom's Holy Army to fight off the demonic legion. But before that, he must confront the trail of blood and ash that points to Lucas's involvement with the dark side.As mysteries unfold and loyalties fracture, Marco is faced with the question: where does holiness end and damnation begin? If all lines are blurred and the fate of humanity is at stake, will he have enough resolve to strike down the brother he once swore to protect?

Once, Mu Anhan walked out on the man who loved her to madness—only to die and discover the price.Reborn, she clings to Gu Xiaozhan’s sleeve and whispers, “One more baby?”The tabloids sneer: “She’s nothing but a baby-maker, soon to be dumped.”Then her masks fall—perfume empress, top hacker, miracle doctor, AI genius, design prodigy.Now Nobel laureates queue at her gate.At night she curls in his arms, red lips teasing.Gu Xiaozhan lifts an eyebrow, voice low and scalding: “Ready for round three?”