Crazy Wife: Mr. Lu, Fight Me if You Dare! - Chapter 365 - : Methods Of Whitewashing Are Truly Sophisticated! (3)

Mercenary King Qin Chuan returns back to the city and is arranged by his finance to work as a security guard in the super department store.

Accidentally he is drawn into the struggle with the department store.

What is mine don’t touch, what is not mine you also put it down for me!

After three years continues the legend of the security guard. Watch how the little security guard dominate the city~

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Riku Barusak is a hard-working child. Despite possessing an innate superior physical strength and having withstood harsh training she fails to unlock her talent as a spiritualist. The failure results in her being thrown away by her family.

Abandoned, the only ones that extended a hand to her were the demons, the greatest enemies of the human race. Serving under them as a soldier she becomes a weapon of human slaughter, a fiend that should never have existed.

In the vast and boundless sky called Chaos, there exist countless universes. Ye Xiao, a person who rose from one of these universes was reborn in the Land of Morning Stars.

With the blessings of Morning Stars, Ye Xiao again rose in power and solved the mystery of the Lotus of Chaos that was hiding an entire universe within, and was capable of doing countless miracles.

Born with nine special abilities, Ye Xiao walked down the path of King, the person known as the First King to rule over the entire Chaos, captured boundless stars, devoured countless Universes, and finally created his own Chaos, becoming the King of Chaos.

This is the story of Ye Xiao adventuring into Chaos to create Chaos and rule Chaos.

Everything Is Chaos!

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