MTL - My Wife, Something is Wrong - Chapter 775 The queen pretends to be drunk, and the groom sheds tears

Three years ago, the animals and plants on Earth underwent crazy and unexplainable changes that included transformations, reversions, and the addition of otherworldly species. And it was the start of a brand-new type of profession in the new generation of humanity – Monster Trainers, people who specialized in taming monsters.

On his 18th birthday, the protagonist of the story, Gao Peng, suddenly received the ability of being able to see the attribute data frame of monsters. With his ability, he aspired to become the strongest monster trainer that ever lived while looking for a method to revive his parents!

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Hell's Awakening: The Guardian's RiseIn the fiery depths of Hell, where infernals, demons, and ancient creatures reign, the balance is fragile. At the heart of this underworld stands Azrael, the Guardian of Hell, a powerful being tasked with keeping the infernal realms from chaos and preventing the resurrection of fallen demons. With mastery over fire magic and the strength to command Hell itself, Azrael's existence is defined by vigilance and control.But when a powerful force of rogue infernals escapes their prison, led by a ruthless and vengeful faction, Hell’s foundation begins to crack. As these infernals break free, their goal is clear—to unleash an uprising and bring back the dead. Azrael must face not only these deadly foes but also confront his own inner demons. As the situation escalates, Azrael discovers his own potential for evolution—powers he never knew he possessed that could either save Hell or destroy it entirely.Amid this turmoil, the arrival of deities, including gods of light and purity, threatens to further destabilize Hell’s delicate ecosystem. They believe Hell must be purified, even if it means eradicating the guardian himself. As battles rage, alliances shift, and Azrael’s strength grows, he must decide whether he will uphold the order or reshape Hell in his own image.In this battle of gods, demons, and guardians, Azrael’s evolution is just beginning. The question is not just whether Hell will survive—but if Azrael will become its ultimate ruler—or its ultimate downfall.

Lin Yin was an unfortunate girl who lived in the slums for eighteen years because of mistaken identities at birth.

Even though she was brought back to live with her real parents, there was no place for her amongst them.

She was constantly bullied and scolded for no reason; her own biological parents would leave her in the dirt just because Su Fei shed a tear.

Swindled, and betrayed the very person she fell in love with, she was finally going to escape her dark life when she realized that it was all a setup — that she was just a clown.

She dragged her poisoned body as she tried to escape, but she was killed regardless at the loud crack of a gunshot.

Her departed spirit watched as her biological parents coldly said, “She has never been our daughter. Burn her, throw her into the dirt — you can do whatever you like.”

As the guest left, a man stood sighing with sympathy. “Take her to a funeral home. Let’s hope that in her next life, she can live for herself and not suffer so much grief.”

How laughable it was that she had lived for so long, but a stranger turned out to be the one who gave her a proper funeral!

Soon, Lin Yin lost consciousness, and woke up to find that she had gone back in time, to the first year after she returned to the Su family!

This time, she decided to live for herself without compromise! Still, just as she thought she would have to do this alone, she never imagined that she would be reunited with three brothers, although they never showed up in her last life!

They were Mu Heng, the magnate, Mu Qing, the prodigious doctor, and Mu Ran, the heartthrob and movie star!

In her last life, she gave her heart to the wrong people and suffered a tragic end, but in this life, her brothers were pampering her to death! Mu Heng: She’s my sister! I’ll protect her!

Mu Qing: Who dares bully my sister! Mu Ran: She’s my sister! I’ll spoil her!

Lu Ming: She’s my wife! I’ll watch over her! Mu Heng, Mu Qing, and Mu Ran: Get out!

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