If You Don't Fall In Love, You'll Die - Chapter Ch60 - It Has Been Six Years, I Should Wake Up.

The story follows an old Cultivator who transcended from the Earth to the realm of cultivation. After nearly a hundred year of farming, he found himself disheartened by his own talent and decided to return to his mortal clan to pass on his final legacy before his death. However, to his surprise, his true new beginning awaited him there.This is a tale of family growth—there is no structured system, and the protagonist nurtures his family because he needs them to cultivate his treasure. The novel is truly unique, and I promise you all an exciting journey. Enjoy, my friends!-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------Cultivation RealmsMortals:Body Tempering (Four Stages): Skin Tempering, Blood Tempering, Bone Tempering, Organ Tempering.Immortal Realms:Level 1-9 Each major realm is divided into: Early Stage, Mid Stage, Late Stage, and Peak.

Song Xuanhe transmigrated into a book called “The President’s Seven Boyfriends”. He became the President’s cannon fodder ex-boyfriend, Song Xuanhe.

The Song Xuanhe in the book: 180 cm tall, so attractive he would trump over even the hottest celebrities, three generations of family in business–a very appropriate rich third generation.

It wasn’t a loss to transmigrate into this kind of person. It was just that this was a rebirth story.

The Song Xuanhe in the book abused the male lead 800 times and had even indirectly caused the male lead’s death. Faced with the reborn blackened male lead, his fate was obvious–not only did he reach rock bottom, he even died without an intact corpse.

Right now, he had become the cannon fodder ex-boyfriend that was foreordained to die without an intact corpse.

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System: Don’t you think that the male lead has been a bit strange recently? It’s like he’s plotting something in the dark.

Song Xuanhe: Plotting how to kill me?

System: No, plotting how to eat you.

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Song Xuanhe, who was lying on the bed with an aching waist, pained back and legs suffering from cramps, cursed the System 800 times–what happened to the male lead being a shou?!

Emphasis: Xiao Yuanmu is the gong! Xiao Yuanmu is the gong! Xiao Yuanmu is the gong! Moreover, the tycoon has always been a gong! Spoilers only up to here!

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After the real daughter of the Jiang family fell sick, she became stupid and insisted on marrying the cold-blooded, cruel, and crippled Fu Jiu. Mother Jiang said, "So be it. She's a good-for-nothing anyway. I only asked her to marry in place of my sister." Father Jiang: "After you marry him, remember to ask 9th master to help your sister find a better marriage." The fake heiress said, "Sob, I feel so sorry for Sister, but… if you get beaten to death by the 9th master, the Fu family will compensate us a lot of money, right? I'm looking forward to it." Jiang Li sneered. She bid farewell to her hypocritical family and brought her shabby dowry to the Fu family. After having been reborn once, she knew very well that Fu Jiu was the only person who treated her well. Everyone was waiting for Jiang Li to be beaten to death. Finally, one day, she was photographed by reporters and posted online. "It's all your fault! You used so much force last night! The Jiang family is going to laugh at me again!" Fu Jiuxiao said, "With me around, no one will dare to laugh at you. Moreover, I will make them pay back tenfold for the pain that the Jiang family has caused you!"

Kaito Nakamura, a shy university nerd, thought he’d found love when the stunning Aiko chose him as her boyfriend. Their sweet, fluffy romance fills his lonely world with hope—until he discovers she’s cheating on him with multiple guys, reveling in the taboo thrill of betraying someone so innocent. Heartbroken and humiliated as explicit photos of her circulate online, Kaito’s tears are interrupted by a mysterious popup: the “Revenge NTR System Beta.” Promising retribution but with a chilling condition — he can’t break up with her.Contains Ntr, read at your own risk