The villainous daughter of the Duke, needs a hero - Chapter 53: Madeline’s busy day

He died on Earth with nothing—no legacy, no power, and no second chances... or so he thought.After getting hit by a truck, a disillusioned young man awakens in the body of a boy named Zane, in a war-torn fantasy world where nations clash over power, and magic is the law of survival. Gifted a mysterious book from parents he barely knew—and now lost forever—Zane accidentally awakens the Void System, a cold, cryptic force that offers power... at a price.In a world of monsters, systems, and bloodshed, Zane doesn’t get a choice.Survive, or vanish into nothing

Liu Yong has a pet snapping turtle that can grow continuously. The bigger it gets, the rivers and lakes can no longer accommodate it, so he can only go to the sea to dominate.

This is also a magical snapping turtle. Liu Yong can communicate with it without barriers, and the attributes and skills of the snapping turtle can also be shared. Therefore, someone who is the owner of the snapping turtle also criticized it.

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“You need a legal wife. I need a husband in name. I can get him to work with me!”

A marriage certificate, she had completely screwed herself over!

“You … What are you doing! ” Jin Yan gripped the thin blanket tightly, her face was full of caution. Why did this man appear in her room late at night?!

He stepped forward with a faint smile on his lips, “Of course it's what a husband and wife should do.”

After being so long suppressed, she was furious.

Liar! Brawler! She wants a divorce!

The man panted heavily. With a bewitching voice, he said, “Alright, I’ll go out to clean up. I don’t need anything but you!”

(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…