Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity - Chapter 740 - 507 Who Will Dominate Liu Village or the

He married the daughter of the Lancaster family purely for revenge. He expected her to be obedient and submissive, not to resist or show emotions—a perfect pawn in his plan for vengeance.However, when his gaze locked onto the third daughter of the Lancaster family, the one who barged into the living room was her—disheveled and stained with blood. She seemed ordinary, but beneath the surface, she hid an unknown sharpness.“Do you love me?” he asked coldly.“You're crazy!” she rolled her eyes in disdain.In that moment, he smiled with satisfaction, believing he had everything under control.But she fought back. Marrying him was merely one step in her own plan.Four years later, with the Lancaster family completely destroyed, she threw the divorce papers in his face, smiling like the final victor:“Albert Wilson, have you finished using me? Thank you for making me think I once loved you. Now, never see me again, even in death.”Just as she turned to leave in triumph, she accidentally walked into a gang's arms deal, and an explosion forever separated her from him.It was only when he found the two-month pregnancy test result among her belongings that he realized he had lost the only salvation of his life.

[The End of Spoiling] On her first day at the new school, childhood heartthrob Zac unexpectedly kissed her in front of the whole school! He even declared that she was his girlfriend!He pampered her, protected her, fought off the riff-raff, and shooed away other suitors, but he stubbornly refused to admit that he liked her.Until one day—[Spoiling√][Childhood friends√][No reposting or rewriting√]

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!”

It was in the year 2800 of the Midgard calendar. Back then, there was a Overlord who once reigned supreme and had reached the very brink of subduing the world.