Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest - Chapter 844 - 195.3 - Report

[This is the history of the counterattack of the orphaned girl in Jiangmen, and it is also a love story that turns the tyrant into a loyal dog husband. 】

In the previous life, her aunt was in power, her parents died tragically, her elder brother died young, and she became an orphan.

Ji Jiying, narrowly escaped death, and finally helped the scumbag to dominate the world. After all the hardships and joys, the day came, but his innocence was destroyed by his concubine…

Ten years in a water prison, life is worse than death, she vowed that if there is an afterlife, they must also taste the taste of being mermaid!

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Revenge

In the desolate backyard, the sister-in-law was lying on the ground in ragged clothes, looking at the brightly dressed woman surrounded by people on the porch with red eyes: “Ma Ningyue, you framed me, you will die!”

She smiled slightly: “Look at what my sister said, why don’t I understand at all? Since I married into the palace, I have devoted my heart and soul to my sister. My sister is empty and lonely. I will find some men for my sister; my sister’s drug addiction broke out. , I sent Wushi powder to my sister; it is not convenient for my sister to serve my brother-in-law, so I found a few maids for my brother-in-law… In this world, is there any younger sister who is as considerate as me?”

The concubine’s lungs were about to explode, and she wanted to kill her with a sword, but she didn’t even have the strength to stand up, so she had to bow her head in resignation, and big tears rolled down her face: “Let me go… Please, Let me go…”

“Let you go?” A gorgeous smile appeared on her clear face, “For the sake of our sisters, here is a divorce paper, take it.”

Sister Shu’s eyes suddenly lit up, and she was finally able to leave this devilish place! You can finally start a new life!

“However, it’s not yours, it’s Auntie’s.”

The concubine fell from heaven to hell in an instant!

She smiled sweetly and said: “My aunt has been dismissed from the house by my father.”

“Ma Ningyue, she is your aunt!”

“Yes, yes, she is my aunt. She crawled on my father’s bed, killed my brother, plotted against my mother, and sold me to others to pave the way for you. I remember all of these! She is old and has bad legs. , I was afraid that she would die of starvation and freezing to death outside, so I specially found a good place for her, where she can eat a bowl of bad rice as a coolie for six hours a day, how about it, isn’t it good?”

The concubine was trembling with anger, every blood vessel seemed to be twisted: “Ma Ningyue, don’t be too arrogant, my brother is a son-in-law…”

She smiled coldly: “My brother is gone, will I let your brother live?”

Sister Shu was so angry that she passed out!

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marriage proposal

This trash prince will be a murderous tyrant in the future, and it is better for him to stay as far away from him as possible. As long as he wins the first place in this competition, he can make a request to the emperor.

She wants to divorce, she must!

What?

He also participated?

What?

He also took the first place?

What?

He begged the emperor to give her to the palace next month? !

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Raising a baby

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WARNING!-DARK ROMANCE-“Why do you have scars?” All of sudden, Iris changed the topic, as she looked at Cane in the eyes. She was still clutching to his sleeves.“Your father gave me,” Cane replied. He thought, Iris wouldn’t remember this conversation when she woke up.“That must be so painful.”“They are.”“Will the scars heal?”“I don’t think so.”The night indeed made you vulnerable and let you said something that you would never admit when it was bright. The obscurity softened your heart.“Too bad. You have a warm soul.” Iris frowned slightly.“I no longer have a soul.” He had sold his soul for the freedom of his people. There was nothing left of him right now.“Yes, you have, but you are in so much pain.” Iris blinked her eyes. “Your beast is in pain. You have so many scars.”“The only scars that I have is on my face.”Iris shook her head meekly. “I am not talking about your face. I am talking about your soul. Too bad, you are in so much pain… what my father and brother had done to you must be painful…”And after that, Iris closed her eyes and fell asleep.======================She is the daughter of an alpha who has killed his family, razed his pack and has also made his people slaves.Now, he has achieved revenge after ten years of being treated as a slave and was living a life that no one would ever imagine. Life akin to hell.And ten years later, Alpha Cane manages to take over and kill the alpha who has made the lives of his people worse than death.It was time for him to make the children of the alpha pay for what their father had done.Only…Iris was a runt and she was very different from her father.