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Max Level Return—I’ll Protect That Fragile One

Emperor Song
Xu Xingguang was hit by a falling mirror and was rendered unconscious, becoming a vegetative patient. After she fell into a coma, all sorts of ghouls and goblins revealed themselves— Her wealthy boyfriend dropped his pretense, treating her as a mobile blood bank, drawing blood multiple times only to save his true love, the moonlit sweetheart? Her mother died mysteriously in a car accident, her scummy father flamboyantly married his old flame, and suddenly there appeared a pair of illegitimate children older than her? Her father even said he wanted to take off her oxygen mask, wait for her to die, and then give her to that sickly member of the Huo Family? ... Awakened Xu Xingguang: "Thank you all for your kindness, this young lady will definitely repay you double." No one knew that during those years of lying in bed unconscious, Xu Xingguang's soul traveled through ten lifetimes, stirring up storms in different worlds. The once dazzling pearl had long been tempered into a hard diamond, whoever dared to bully her would be smashed to death. * This is a story where the female protagonist returns after traveling through ten lifetimes, creatively abusing scumbags, with a sickly little follower, relying on experiences from ten lifetimes to reach the pinnacle of life in an exhilarating narrative.
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Warcraft: The Light alone cannot save Azeroth

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