Fortunate Life of the Rural Beauty - Chapter 26 - 25 Low Standard Men

Magic, eastern fantasy, cultivation, scientific technology…

It’s a story that happened long, long ago, in a continent far, far away, about gods and mortals, sword and magic, war and peace, and of course love and hatred.

Amon was a poor miner’s son in a remote town in the kingdom of Hittite. Along with the discovery of a marvelous gem, his fate was changed. People on this land called it Gods’ Tear. But wait, what were the gods? It was said that the gods created the world. Then who created the gods?

Forced by the tantalizing fate, Amon had to struggle to find out the truth behind this world of magic and gods……

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The anticipated engagement party turns into a broken engagement announcement and a notice of expulsion from the house.In one day, Anna lost everything.She accidentally activated a space and took the business’ supplies for revenge.But who would have thought that natural disasters will come?The world is changing and resources become scarce.So, the style of painting changed.When other people are scrambling to find something to eat, Anna was still cooking at home.When other people are fighting for food, Anna was lying on her bed while snacking her favorite chips.When other people are working hard to get some water, Anna was lying on her bathtub comfortably.The relatives came to the door for help.Anna only looked at them coldly and spat out, “Scram!”Her ex fiancé also came, asking for reconciliation and love.Her new man kicked him out of the door and slammed it shut. He then looked at Anna with a pitiful look. “Wife, do you not want me anymore? I'm easy to raise.”Anna looked at the puppy like man and pulled him closer with a smile on her face.It was only later she realized that the puppy is actually a big bad wolf...But the goods couldn’t be returned!

I am the sword.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one dares take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one can take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, ten steps? Not possible!
I am the sword, the sword is me,
On the path towards heaven, each shall wield their own.