Reborn in the 80s: Remarrying into the Army, the Ungrateful Ones Cried with Regret

In her previous life, the old woman poured her heart and soul into raising three children, only for them all to turn into ungrateful wolves. When she became old and useless, they kicked her out of ...

Chapter 210 Plans

Moreover, Qin Wenhuo himself is not only good-looking, but also young and promising, making him a good match for her daughter.

The only downside is that Qin Wenhuo adopted his comrade's two children a few months ago.

Doesn't this mean her daughter will become a stepmother after marrying into the family?

She hesitated about it.

After all, her daughter is beautiful, but she won't be able to marry into a good family.

Unfortunately, her daughter is in love with Qin Wenhuo.

During the Chinese New Year

Zhang Ye looked at his hands. Draig was right. His body had improved a lot through rigorous training.

Ye Wushuang scoffed, "I don't care." Reincarnation level three meant nothing to him. However, he came here mainly for the peach branch, so there was no need to get entangled with the other party.

Bai Yin was stunned by the sight before her. Yu Xiaohu was actually a monster with a minotaur's head and a human body. What was even more terrifying was that such a fierce lightning bolt hadn't killed him. If it weren't for Song Tianji, she really didn't know what would have happened to him.

Now the entire West Lake is Xiao Su's domain, and Xiao Su will definitely want to show off in front of Sister Su.

Luo Fang, who had saved an elder and a disciple of the sect at a critical moment, was filled with disappointment.

Jiraiya stroked his long, snow-white hair and laughed. Zhang Ye ate the flames to restore his chakra, something many people knew, but he had completely forgotten.

"Fine, I didn't expect the elves to become so shameless. Since you say so, then I won't be polite. Come out, all of you, and let them see how long our Corpse-Sucking Clan has been waiting for this feast!" The Corpse-Sucking Clan leader raised his hand and shouted.

The feathered dragon resembles a giant dragon covered in white feathers. These post-apocalyptic creatures, numbering in the tens of thousands, are born from apocalyptic meteorites and nuclear radiation. Feathered dragons are rare, and their temperament is relatively docile compared to other post-apocalyptic creatures. Locas was surprised that Yingluo had actually tamed a feathered dragon.

When Ye Lei saw Qi Ning preparing to treat that guy's injuries, his jealousy immediately flared up.

They all drew their weapons and charged towards the five surviving Sand Ninja.

The bearded man finally stopped his arrogant and domineering attitude, and his face turned into a desperate plea for mercy.

Du Nan looked at An Jiang and sneered twice, thinking that An Jiang was truly insatiable.

I hadn't taken two steps, and just as I reached the doorway, I bumped into my master's wife's spirit.

Therefore, when this unit entered Ye Zheng's territory, they were full of confidence! They were determined to achieve something and put themselves in a superior position.

In fact, regardless of whether it is a medical explanation or a metaphysical explanation, the underlying principle is the same; it's just that the methods of dealing with it are different.

However, Long Tiankong had no intention of changing his target. He knew that the spirit's role was more about stabilizing and commanding. If he could restrict the spirit and prevent it from having any extra energy to think, then he would have succeeded.

Ye Zheng was stunned for a moment, then fell silent. It seemed that he also realized that things were different now. Slowly, a golden spear appeared in his hand.

Su Bai knew that Yang Kehua wouldn't give in so easily, but he didn't expect the guy's methods to be so clumsy.

The exposed skin was warm, which meant that Yu Man truly had seven souls within her.

Regardless, the other party's use of the term "former leader" filled him with an indescribable sense of honor and pride.

If it was a forced oblivion, then the origins of that silver temple and that old man must be astonishing.

Hearing cries and shouts from inside, threatening to jump off buildings and become ghosts, Uncle Wu followed the sword spirit's steps and stepped inside.

He really wanted to sleep; he had barely closed his eyes to rest in all these days.

When I took out my phone to check the time, I realized that I hadn't answered the call from Zhao Yaru last night.