The Lucky Wife Reborn In the 90s Era Has A Spatial Ability - Chapter 914 - :1 Want to Say It Now

Earth Immortals are cultivated from a blessed land.

Zeke Draker,The first failure to awaken among the direct descendants of the Dragonslayer family.Expelled from his family for possessing the talent of a Healer instead of a swordsman.Zeke struggled desperately to become stronger, only to face a miserable death.At the moment of his death, strange letters appeared before his eyes.[The soul of the Elder Dragon is engraved into the spirit of the one who possesses will.][An irrevocable and promised power is activated.]When he regained consciousness, he opened his eyes twenty years in the past, in the family that had abandoned him.“If I can become stronger, I will use anything at my disposal.”A new awakening with an immortal power.The legend of a Dragonslayer with a different class begins.

Half a year ago, after a generation of days, the national goddess was revealed to be pregnant, which caused an uproar in public opinion, and everyone was guessing who the father of the child was.

Half a year later, she appeared in front of Ye Mo with a pair of twins.

Ye Mo, who knew nothing, became the father of a pair of national babies and awakened the system.

“Accompany the baby for an hour, reward a building!”

“Make your baby happy and gain master carving skills!”

In this way, Ye Mo has gone further and further on the road to becoming a national dad and a super hero.

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What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”