Springtime Farming: A Happy Wife At Home - Chapter 1257 - : One End

“The Second Cult Leader and the Prophet of the Voodooists died during the Holy War seven years ago.”

Florence Academy was a prestigious clergy academy.

“Now that the Voodooists are considered as a cult, who is the Third Cult Leader, where are they now, and what are they up to?”

Only I knew the answer to this question.

The Third Cult Leader was a freshman at Florence Academy. He was here, standing amongst the others in the auditorium.

How do I know this, you ask?

Because I’m the Cult Leader.

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past life.

The eldest miss of the Shen family in Jincheng was framed, abandoned by her marriage partner, and persecuted to death.

The young master of the Shen family rushed to the hospital and was hit by a car accident and turned into a vegetative state. The Shen family, which had been brilliant for many years, fell into decline and declared bankruptcy within a few years.

Being the first black lotus queen in the alliance, she became the pitiful and deplorable eldest lady of the Shen family.

Shen Lingxi said that your father Shen has never suffered this grievance, and you can come if you are not afraid of death.

Classmate A: Have you heard? That eldest lady from the Shen family who was brought back from the countryside couldn’t add up to 100 English, Chinese, and English for the entrance exam.

Classmate B: It’s just trash that came in through the back door

later……

Qing University and Beijing University let her choose, relying on a music short film, and won four major music awards. I thought she was shocked, but I didn’t expect her to be transformed into an ace “substitute” in the e-sports circle.

The deeper you go, the more the almighty queen vests, the glory is added, and the king returns.

small theater:

Crowd: Did you hear that the third master of the Xie family in the Beijing circle came back and brought a tow oil bottle.

Xie Sanye: Xixi, they say you are a drag bottle.

Shen Lingxi: Blind their dog’s eyes!

Xie Sanye: Xixi, why don’t you tear up another vest?

Shen Damei sighed helplessly, and the trending headline that day #surprised! The fiancee of the third master of the Xie family is actually a professor of Qing University who won the Physics Prize.

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You shall become king—

Ruling over all “serpents” in the world…

Become the man who bears the brunt of dragonkind’s fear and hatred.

A modern era when humanity is threatened by attacks from giant dragons flying from beyond the sky.

Controlling “leviathans”—serpentine spiritual beings created through magic—humanity is locked in a protracted war of resistance against the dragons.

Fortunately, there exist witches known as “magi”—battle maidens of salvation who formed covenants with “serpents” in order to combat dragons.

Nicknamed Hal, the young man called Haruga Haruomi makes his living through facilitating the covenants of these girls.

At the (partially coercive) request of his childhood friend Asya, one of Europe’s top witches, Hal returns to Tokyo New Town after an absence of three years.

Accompanied by the beautiful Asya whose appearance rivaled a fairy’s, Hal is running all over the place to secure his base of operations and taking care of matters related to school transfer when the elite dragon Soth suddenly attacks—!?

Life has been breathed into a brand new myth between dragons and dragonslayers.

A grand opening to the “birth” of a top-class battle epic!

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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