MTL - First Prince of Ming Dynasty - Chapter 731 three things

A perfumer from the 21st century met Xiao Shuang’er, and he felt that this was a marriage destined for him by God.
From then on, Xiao Shuang’er, who was loved by no one, was taken over by him.
Bring your little husband to make a fortune and live a life of love and love.
“Sanggong, I still want to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you made today.”
“Okay, okay, my husband will do it for you.”
Pre-mining ╮(╯_╰)╭
1. Xiao Shuang’er belongs to the weak-receiving category, and she is sweet and easy to overthrow.
2. There is a plot to have a child, but there should be only one little bun, just the sauce, after all, Gong is too painful for Xiao Shuanger, and I am afraid that he will hurt.

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Before his death, he was the only sword cultivator in the whole world, who dedicated his entire life to the path of sword immortality.

When he opened his eyes again, the world had completely changed. He began to cultivate the path of sword immortality again, slaying the heavenly way, shattering the universe with his will, and achieving the realm of sword immortality!

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Ye Chen, once the unrivaled immortal standing at the pinnacle of the cultivation world, fell at the final hurdle—his last heavenly tribulation. Struck down by the wrath of the heavens, his body was destroyed, his cultivation shattered. Yet, instead of vanishing into oblivion, his soul defied fate itself.When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer in the vast cultivation realms but in the familiar yet distant world of modern Earth—inside the body of his younger self during his high school days. Armed with the knowledge and power of an immortal, he would rise once more, overturn destiny, and reclaim his supremacy in this new world.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. “Where are we?” “What happened?” “I thought I died!” Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room.As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. “I remember... I was stabbed...” ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. “I... I died in a plane crash,” muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor.Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last.“I got shot... I remember it vividly,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. “So how am I still here?” The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories.With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. “This... this seems familiar,” he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings.As the words “pairs, pairs, pairs” echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. “It can't be... don't tell me...” he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions.Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation.The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting.“I never expected anyone to notice me,” the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. “I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?”Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. “Eh... Ethan Rivers,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia.“Greetings, lost souls,” Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. “I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life.”As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, “This it bad, really bad.”