The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse - Chapter 712: Making of the Seven-Star Paragon Force (12)

Due to the machination of her boyfriend (Yi Jinxi) and “bestie” (Zhong Yi) , Xu Luosang who used to be a noble lady of a rich family was reduced to hiding her identity in order to rise up again. Her fiance put her father in jail and all that love turned to hate. So she lies about her age, hides her beauty and starts working as a carer in order to regain her power so she could save her father.

Our story begins with her nursing Nian Junting, a high-handed and narcissistic president, who suffered an accident and is unable to move and also unable to get it up. Being a man-child, the words he says are always the opposite of what the other party wants.

She thought their relationship was nothing more than a deal, so she left continuing her plans in her revenge, but time proved that he really loved her. He kept pestering her shamelesly, even obtaing a marriage certificate. His righteosness and fairness charmed her in time…..but will he make her fall in love again?

His sister: “Luosang must have reaped a significant amount of bad karma in her past lives to have been fancied by her brother.”

Him: “If I make Zhong Yi fall into the water every day, will you kiss me and feed me every day?”

Luosang’s mouth corners twitched slightly. ‘Really? Are you jealous of a dog?’

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Coincidentally, indoorsy-guy Zhang Yang went to the cultivation world, being the lowest level of zombie. By using a manual book named: “ Tai Yin Refining Figures”, Zhang Yang find his own way to success and leaves a “If a zombie knows how to use a manual, nobody can stop it “ legend in the world.

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Defiance of natural order of a single young Dragon soul.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…