Divine Lucky Star - Chapter 227 - He Looks Like a Dog

Nicole d'Armand never expected to walk into her apartment and find her fiancé *bleep*-deep in another woman's lady bits. What's a girl to do?Well, after obliterating an 18th-century Meissen vase, delivering a punch that would make a heavyweight boxer proud, and embarking on a night of raucous drinking, Nicole figures she might as well embrace the chaos.But when alcohol and pheromones collide, her wild night spins into something unexpected... Like a ride on the Logan Everett express.Which, naturally, leads to a whirlwind of its own: She's his fated mate. Because of course she is.And he rejects her. Because of course he does.Now embroiled in a mystery bigger than her post-breakup hangover, Nicole finds herself the prime suspect in a murder she didn't commit—no matter how tempting the thought might have been. And the only person who believes her innocence? The same guy who shot down the idea of being her fated mate.Great. Just what she needed: her love life is a crime scene, and the man stupid enough to let her go is holding her freedom in his hands.

Jian rue gazed back at the ugly gray alien while stumbling and running. he clumsily tossed a stone at it “Fuck just leave me alone!!!”Suddenly a warm pair of hand grabbed his waist and tossed him over a study shoulder.“Xing yu!! let me down! you fucker!!!”The said man chuckled and playfully smacked his butt. “Honey, I'm saving your life~”“I had it under control. Now, let me go!” Jian rue bit his shoulders hard until the sweet taste of blood filled his mouth.“Hiss.. baby, you're making me hard~”Jian rue froze. “W-why are you following me! why me..”Xing yu stopped running, and with a swing of his sword, the ugly tentacle alien was slayed. He gentnly pulled him down and hugged him close. Peering into his eyes, he smirked, “Because you are my betrothed,”

Reborn Holy Soul Village, nicknamed Aman, the eighteenth generation of ancestors innate soul power zero, awakened third-level green hatchet, no soul ring, no soul skills, fights rely on flat cuts, if you feel uncomfortable, come and cut me.

Also known as “I was born a commoner, a rich family daughter fell in love with me” “This person clearly wastes martial arts…

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