The Eight-Year-Old Me Became Hokage - Chapter 128: No Need to Write, Just Pay

In her previous life, she died of hatred in a gray robe.

The former cannon fodder was reborn, opened the inheritance of the mysterious jade pendant, washed out the top meridians, and rose to the top in red.

Those who persecuted her, hindered her, calculated her, died! !

There is a jade pendant in hand, and countless treasures are detected, all of which are welcome. She frowned and looked at the man in front of her, and said lightly, “I’m sorry, I made a mistake, I took it wrong, and you can go.”

God knows when this man was taken over by her and hurriedly threw it away. “Don’t make trouble, madam, go home, you are the oldest in the family.”

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After I was successfully captured by the Sick Princess of the Eastern Continent Empire, my free life came to an end.

“Don’t be so resistant, please be a little obedient? No matter how hard you try, the shackles, collars, and shackles are absolutely impossible to break free, so accept this little happiness early and become a cripple for me. My dear♡.”

This article contains the following elements: sickly tender, reverse push, harem, blackening. If it causes discomfort, please watch it together with your parents.

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She killed his wife, destroyed his reputation, and ran off with his son. 8 years later, she returned home with her genius son, who already had a fiancée. “Give me the child, or you can’t afford the price.”“A girl who eats meat and vegetables doesn’t suffer, if you want a child, find yourself a woman to give you one.”

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.