The Sickly Scion's Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool - Chapter 899 - : Victory

Mo Dai thought that her blind eyes would never function again in this life,
But God seemed to give her a chance to see the light again, and arranged for her to wear it on the night of her 28th birthday——
She should thank God, really—
——thanks to him for letting her find herself hanging on a tree branch in the middle of the cliff as soon as she opened her eyes,
In the next second, the body fell freely, landed sideways, and smashed straight into the rock;
——Thanks to him for allowing her to transmigrate into the world of a female breadwinner,
To become the “wife head” of a peasant family who is so poor that they can’t get any poorer;
——thanks to him for letting her, an older young woman with little love experience in her previous life, already have a husband,
Thrilling realism of three children (one is three years old, one is two years old, and one is still in the womb);
——thanks to him for letting her know how delicate her popularity is, the relatives are not close, the neighbors are not harmonious,
Husbands, one seems to be a good match, one is timid and cowardly, and the other looks down on her at all.
There is always a goal in life, and the surprise of rebirth is soon broken by the embarrassing reality——
What does she live for? How is she going to live? the
When a timid, soft, waxy kitten-like child’s voice came into her ears——
“Mother.” She looked at the two skinny and obviously sick little carrot heads standing in front of her,
The apex of her heart trembled, although the core in this body was changed,
But the blood relationship is indelible, she has to admit that she has resigned to her fate at this moment——
Ignore her husband’s outrageousness first, and she will work hard to live well for the sake of the children.
She wants to support this poor family for the children. She doesn’t want to be rich, but at least she has to feed the children well. the
Using the little experience and wisdom of the previous life, and occasionally using the cheating abilities,
Be persevering and low-key, act neither humble nor overbearing, earnestly earn money to support your family.
Looking at the children’s gradually rounded bodies and the family’s increasingly stretched eyebrows, she felt a sense of satisfaction from the bottom of her heart. the
She hoped that life would go on so smoothly, but the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is bloody.
She ignored the “little romance” that God has always favored,
The emotional problems that she had tried to get rid of from the moment after time-traveling were gradually revealed.

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Might is truth!

Iron-blooded Prime Minister Bismarck once said: “To solve major contemporary problems, we cannot rely on speeches and parliamentary resolutions… we must rely on iron and blood.”

Qin Tian, ​​a military enthusiast, was reborn as the fifth son of William II, Prince Oscar . Originally, he just wanted to eat and wait to die, but by accident, he became the heir to the empire.

For his own life, Qin Tian had to do everything possible to let Germany win the war!

Qin Tian’s goal: “Use the German sword to obtain land for the German plow, obtain daily bread for the German people, and fight for the land under the sun for the German nation!”

He rescued her. It took him eight years to pamper her into the most beautiful woman in the city. Anyone who dared to lay a finger on her would die!

Little did he know, she had long set his sights on him. She considered him as her possession. Did someone look at her man? It didn’t matter if the person was a man or a woman. She’d torture them in the most horrible way possible! However, to her surprise…

“Are you done playing?” He forced her into a corner. That’s when she found out that he’d known all along…

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”