MTL - The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 296 [The sorrow of death] just like the dream of the year

The reborn Prince Hechingen of the Swabian branch of the Hohenzollern family, sees the situation in Europe, and the war is about to start, so Europe doesn’t wait. Enclosure in East Africa, immigration development, and agricultural foundation, step by step, with the help of the crisis to achieve industrialization.

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fter crossing over, he was forced to marry Orion instead. Li Xiaoran said that it was very sudden.

Who knew that the rumored brutal and beating Orion was actually a warmhearted man.

It’s not impossible to get married, but you have to get your relatives out of the wolf’s den of Lao Li’s house first!

Luo Cheng: Don’t worry, ma’am, everything is on me!

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A supreme expert in the Immortal World had died, and a strand of his soul returned to its original body on Earth. Tang Xiu discovered with amazement that ten thousand years passed in the Immortal World, yet only a single year passed on Earth.

Ruthlessly betrayed by his lover and trusted friends, Tang Xiu found that his soul went back to his previous body on Earth, and, despite he spent 10,000 years in the Immortal World, just a year has passed on Earth and many things have changed. Having an unsurpassed knowledge, Tang Xiu will protect his loved ones and go back to the Immortal World to take his revenge.

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The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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