To Bewitch a Devil - Chapter 171 - 171 No one should leave

In the whole world there lays twelve paths to climb the Tower of God, and in legends these twelve pathways leads toward legendary road of immortality. However these paths in the Tower of God, are far too long, without end.

In ancient times there once were many types of martial art, sadly the world underwent terrible changes, and only three were left: Flame, Dragon and Star Martial Arts. Generations of experts of those three martial arts are searching for road of immortality.

Star Martial Arts practitioner on his journey of lifetime, with young beauties on the side, plans to become Highest God.

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She became the supporting character ‘The First Empress’ in the webtoon . This is Empress Livia, who died young after being shunned by her emperor due to her timid personality and incompetence. Her problem is that I woke up at her funeral in Livia looking ‘just like’ her. Everyone praises me as the ‘resurrected empress.’ But only the emperor knows. That I am not the real Livia. “The crime of desecrating the empress’ coffin. She deserves the death penalty.” She wants to kill me. She offered him her deal. Just to live. “your majesty. I am a very useful person. “Please use me.” Let’s just hold on for one year. Although her husband is so so so so scared! The real heroine and ‘second empress’ will appear. Then I can leave the palace in peace. * After many twists and turns, the time was ripe. I told her husband. “As promised, please divorce me.” My husband stared at me. And he hugged me quietly and said, “no way.” “yes?” “Now what? “I can never let you go.” … Isn’t this it? Is it because the empress worked too hard? You want a divorce without obsession? No, I have to divorce?

Xia Lian, a 21st century military doctor died in an explosion and found herself transmigrated to the body a 12 year girl. Her mother died and her father abandoned her and her little brother for another woman.

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”