MTL - Ancient Thunder Dragon Spell - Chapter 1170 : It's over

Li Xin, the illegitimate son of the Marquis of Pingnan.

After his mother passed away, he followed his uncle to Beijing to find relatives.

So, this homeless young man was frozen to death in a ruined temple.

When he woke up again, another Li Xin came to this world.

As a glorious transmigrator, Li Xin set two goals for himself.

One, live. Two, defeat the scumbag!

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In her previous life, she wrongly loved a scumbag, but was killed by him. Once reborn, she vowed to let him be forever.

On the day of the wedding, the director got married by mistake as soon as she got out of the sedan chair, but she didn’t want to leave the wolf’s den and enter the tiger’s den again.

“If you enter this king’s door, you will belong to this king.” He swore domineeringly, declaring his ownership of her.

“Concubine Ai, this king has no children yet, so the important task of inheriting the lineage can be left to you.” She bet on her innocence, he helped her to avenge her, and each got the good deal they needed, but in the end, it turned out to be a fake.

Do, make it real?

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I just left an honest review, and I was reincarnated. But not into the novel I criticized—into the world of [SSS-Class National Power Heir] .I reincarnated as Baek Seo-jun, the older brother of the original protagonist, faced discrimination, and was discarded as a sacrifice.And then I experienced hell.With the power of the final boss, I will exact revenge on everyone—whether it’s the original protagonist or the villains.[The protagonist who has gained the power of the final boss]

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”