Mr.CEO's Ex-wife Escapes Again - Chapter 57 - President Your Son Has Gone Missing

Li Xuehao found a secret of monasticism in the cover of the genealogy. After spending ten years, he finally succeeded in building the foundation. Unexpectedly, he was eager to get rid of the evil spirits. After his death, he was born again in Yokohama, Japan, and was attached to Sakura, Tsurumi. The story of the high school student Gao Zhonghao in the college, the story begins here…

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Ling Fei, the son of a fisherman in Sanxian Island, was accidentally involved in a mysterious continent–Arad, after learning that his celestial destiny was shallow and that he had no way to ascend.

Sword, there are unique adventurers here. Ling Fei, who has just arrived, has a mysterious mission and an ancient blood. The silent Grand Forest is roaring, the ancient ruins of the king are lamenting, and it is unknown what the legendary headless horseman is chasing.

On the ground, Ling Fei gets acquainted with his partners, takes risks, and becomes a legend!

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Humanity’s immortal path has been severed. Absorbing spiritual energy directly was no longer an option.While humans despaired, ghosts thrived. With their connection to the other side, they grew stronger by the day, turning humans into nothing more than prey and livestock.But to every rule, there is an exception.“That’s why, my son, if you ever see the man with the straw hat… run as fast as you can.” — Mamma Ghost.“But Mommy… aren’t humans weak? Aren’t they just our food?” — Ghost Boy.Mamma Ghost sighed, looking at her fatherless son with pity.“Ah, child… your father thought the same.”Feng Fan never wanted this life. He never asked for this mission. But fate had other plans.Witness his journey as he ascends to immortality and restores humanity’s lost Dao.“In this universe, there is no ghost I can’t seal!”#tsundere #transmigration #r18 #no-harem #horror

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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