Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor - Chapter 37: Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor []

A young man from the Miaowei Tribe brought up by his strict father, suddenly turned into Wizard I on the day he was orphaned. He then obtained the ability to control giant worms.

It is the day of her long-awaited debutante at the age of 15.

Marshallie Gracis, a Viscount’s daughter, witnesses her own fiancé kneeling before another woman and begging for her love.

She was saddened by the unexpected scene of the affair, but her fiancé offered no excuse or apology. She thought the engagement would be broken off, but it wasn’t even that, and the next thing she knew, 10 years had passed without her being married…

25-year-old Marsha had given up on the idea of getting married to become the queen’s maid of honor.

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Ren Xingliu transmigrated into a world in troubled times, struggled for half of his lifetime, and eventually achieved success and recognition, working as a good general and minister. Then he returned to modern times, when he was just about to graduate from university.Ren Xingliu who had his fill of wind and frost: I’m beat. Simplicity is the way to go.—Ren Xingliu, the ignorant, incompetent, reckless and daring young master of the Ren Family, was about to graduate. Everyone was waiting to watch him turn the Ren Family completely on its head. One with malicious intentions even deliberately introduced him to an honest person without status or background, Bai Juanqiu.Never did he expect Ren Xingliu to be so content with this honest person.Ren Xingliu: He seemed to be someone who could live a carefree life with. Alright, let’s make do with this.Bai Juanqiu had been putting on his honest persona for twenty years, but those people still wouldn’t let him live in peace and went ahead and introduced him to a notorious silk pants. Bai Juanqiu decided to stop pretending.Afterward…Bai Juanqiu: Well, let me just eat my delicious words, because I can keep pretending for two more years.

A silhouette of a man standing upon a boulder with the crescent of the moon shining behind him.

A kukri dripping with blood in one hand and a pistol in the other.

The image of burning flames surrounding him.

The countless mercenaries screamed as they saw this scene.

“It’s a demon!”