[Complete book is free] Ji Zhao, the descendant of the royal chef, is in the book! Became the cannon fodder ex-wife of the male protagonist in the first supplementary novel that she wrote a bad review on?
Vanity is vulgar and extremely vicious! Cuckold the male lead, bully the male lead’s family, and finally end up crazy!
Ji Zhao, who opened the plug-in, said that these are all small scenes, so don’t panic!
Let’s see her use grilled fish, snails, barbecue skewers… and countless other delicacies to turn the tables against the wind and reverse the situation strongly!
Picking up pheasants, picking up duck eggs, and catching fat fish, you will be lucky!
Build a house, open a shop, buy a house, and live happily ever after!
Smiling, Ji Zhao took countless money and prepared to do nothing, but found that the future chief assistant was getting closer and closer?
“You, you… why are you getting closer and closer?”
“Silly lady, I am your husband!”
“It’s just the ex-husband!” Ji Zhao said, poking his neck.
“Oh?”
The next day, Ji Zhao cried violently and kept begging for mercy.
“I was wrong, Master Chief Assistant!”
“Call me my husband!”
This is the story of a graduate student majoring in ancient Chinese who was repeatedly ravaged on the way to employment. He returned to the middle of the Ming Dynasty and entered the body of a young child in a mountain village.
The dull father and the pungent mother, Yishui’s best relatives, have a lot of troubles in the small farmyard. Fortunately, we have thousands of years of historical accumulation, four books, five classics, stereotyped essays, and professional counterparts.
The national power rises vertically and governs;
Legal discipline is loose, official discipline is lax;
There are a few treacherous ministers, and some Japanese pirates;
But generally speaking, it can be said that this is a fertile ground for the free breeding of scholar-bureaucrats.
A legend of the rise of a poor family grew from here.
I would like to pay tribute to all time-traveling classics with this article.
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“No one is standing in the sky to begin with.”
“Whether it’s Hokage or the God of Ninja World.”
“But the window period for the Throne of Heaven has been too long.”
“From today, I will stand in the sky.”
Above Konoha, Naruto Uzumaki’s hairspray hand touched the drooping bangs, revealing sharp eyes.
Boiling blue light descended from the night, pulling Uzumaki Naruto away from the sky.
In Muye Village below, countless ninjas looked shocked and unbelievable.
Iruka: “Impossible, you are not that gentle Naruto, who are you?”
Kakashi: “The disciple I know is a gentle boy who will always take care of and protect others and inherit the will of fire.”
Uchiha Sasuke: “Naruto, you pulled me out of the abyss, but why do you want to leave now? Damn, even if you break your limbs, I, Uchiha Sasuke, will bring you back!”
PS:
A Naruto who was not influenced by Ashura Chakra, accepted Aizen’s teachings, was gentle and refined since he was a child, but was actually ambitious and deep-minded.
An ordinary youth living in the year 2050 in the Western calendar accidentally came to a fantasy world created by the collision of magical elements and supernatural technology at the other end of the dimension…
Different Hollywood, different life, there are only wonderful works, telling a new legend.
Ordinary people, dreams of superstars, reincarnation today, legend of tomorrow!
See how the protagonist strives to establish a positive energy image in the NBA, both styles bloom!
The half-elf Sharlayan, who was excluded by his tribe since he was a child, got rid of the restriction of anti-addiction on the day he became an adult, and obtained his own golden finger-the “window” that can communicate with other worlds.
From this moment on, his every move will be under the attention of countless people from other worlds, but because of this, he has obtained a lot of vital information from the bullet screens of those sand sculpture netizens.
About the nature of Azeroth, the future of the high elves and Quel’Thalas, and, as a half-elf, my true origin.
The world is beginning to unravel the veil of mystery, and no matter whether Sarlayan is ready or not, the magnificent wave of the era is just around the corner.
“Children, embark on a journey, witness this vast and mysterious world with your own eyes, and discover the truth hidden behind it.”
“Don’t be ashamed of your half-elf blood, I believe that one day, you will fulfill my and your mother’s expectations, and make the whole of Azeroth proud of you!”
“…Also, who said your mother is human? Have you heard of Dragon Knight?”
――Father, Julian Deep Shadow
“I don’t care about how people in this world live, whether they have enough to eat, whether they can wear warm clothes, whether they have dreams and hope. I don’t care about their likes and dislikes.”
“It’s just that if you want to go to the sky, you need a complete advanced industrial system, a set of related research institutes, the most advanced materials science laboratory, and a big government that can coordinate all departments. It needs countless people who don’t have to worry about food and clothing. Dedicating wealth for this requires millions of high-level intellectuals to contribute their minds, and tens of thousands of different supporting manufacturers supply the best parts.”
“In short, it takes a world of abundance, and a great civilization to accomplish it.”
— Ian
A world reborn from its ashes.
An era that is coming to an end.
A group of prisoners fighting for power and power in the land.
A young man staring at the sky.
Prisoners peered out of the window of fate, mostly gazing at the dirt.
Only one is looking up at the stars.
Before Li Daniu had time to be excited about being a prince who was about to ascend the throne, he learned that his country was about to be submerged by sea water.
“Can I wear it back?”
“Listen, the ancient gods are whispering, He said…they will return eventually!”
According to legend, the rulers of this world should have been those ancient gods, and every death of them was a grand rebirth…
Those who believe in the gods wake up the sleeping gods, light torches in the dark, and burn the world.
My father disappeared because he was investigating the resurrection of a certain god, and his life and death are still unknown.
I panicked, but not totally panicked.
Because the resurrected god is me.