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Whiskey Slim Wow

Billionaire's Contracted & Unloved Wife

"Shying away from your wifely duties, little wife?" He questioned in a husky voice, lowering his face to hers. Ariel quickly turned her head away, "No, Mr. Chaz, you're misunderstanding me again," She voiced quietly. Aiden scoffed, not believing her. He looked down at his chest and found her slim hand still placed against it. "You're quite corny, Ariel. Saying you don't want me, yet you're hands are all over me," Aiden whispered in her ear. *** After overhearing her father and stepmother planning how they were going to marry her off in place of her Stepsister to the unsuccessful son of their debtor. That night, Ariel plans her run away, but that same night, Ariel mysteriously gets kidnapped. Waking up to discover she'd been kidnapped by the same people she was trying to run away from made her life seem like it had hit rock bottom. Now, she was going to be forced into a marriage with a man she didn't know and didn't love. But, would everything remain the same for her when she discovers that her new husband was the richest Billionaire in the country? Chaz Aiden was a successful billionaire with billions of businesses all over the world and zero interest in women, especially after his mother had divorced his father for a richer man. When his grandmother asked him to do him a favor by marrying the Hudson family's daughter, he knew it was for the sake of greed. He swore to make his new wife's life a living hell, making sure he reminded her that she would always be an object he purchased, contracted and never to be loved.
Rosegold_n · 979.3K Views

The Crimson King of Albion

1. Uniqueness and Appeal of the Story (Condensed) 1. Worldbuilding: Historical Grit Meets Supernatural Spectacle Setting: 1930s America/Europe: Blends Great Depression realities (NYC soup kitchens, corrupt Wall Street alchemists) with occult threats. Nazi "Lebensborn" experiments resurrect through cursed artifacts, while vampire clans like Sanctum Sanguinis manipulate London's underworld. Core Innovation: Merges noir detective drama, Lovecraftian cosmic horror, and vampire political epics into a cohesive "dark fantasy" universe. Protagonist Wayne navigates gangster-ruled streets and eldritch rituals with equal pragmatism. 2. Plot Architecture: Layered Mysteries & Explosive Payoffs Opening Hook: A seemingly routine infidelity case unravels into a cult conspiracy marked by glowing cat eyes and radioactive mushroom-induced visions. The mundane detective office becomes a gateway to hidden wars. Key Conflicts: Personal: Wayne’s quest to find his sister Gwen—a victim of 1935 Nazi experiments—while battling his own physical decay (corpse-like stench, stopped pocket watch). Supernatural: Vampire dynasties, hellish legions, and secret societies (Mirror Sect) clash over the "Living Grail," a sentient artifact granting control over reality. Historical: Nazi occultists infiltrate America using gold-skull rituals; Federal Reserve corruption fuels supernatural arms races. Climactic Sequences: Holy Grail War: Wayne’s ragtag Vowbound Cross faction battles vampire hordes in London, with alchemically enhanced revolvers firing self-guided silver bullets. Leviathan Rising: A kaiju-like beast emerges from Liverpool’s waters, countered by undead dragons and Vatican light magic. Twist Ending: Gwen is revealed as a Nazi-made proto-vampire, forcing Wayne to sacrifice himself as a vessel to seal an elder god—leaving moral ambiguity lingering. 3. Characters: Moral Complexity & Jarring Contrasts Wayne (Protagonist): Flawed Antihero: A whiskey-drinking PI masking survivor’s guilt with sarcasm. His fake "model citizen" diary clashes with ruthless tactics (blackmail, radioactive interrogations). Duality: Protects street orphans while exploiting clients, embodying Depression-era moral erosion. Veronica & Wilhelm: Noble Fugitives: Veronica’s aristocratic German past and Wilhelm’s swastika-etched knife hint at dark histories. Posing as a secretary/gardener, they manipulate Wayne’s investigations. Comic Relief: Wilhelm’s mountain-like physique paired with cat-obsessed campiness ("sailor outfits") offsets existential dread. Antagonists: Preacher Jacob: A vampiric zealot who views bloodsucking as divine sacrament, mirroring Wayne’s nihilism. Dr. Isaac: A Nazi eugenicist weaponizing vampirism, blending scientific rigor with monstrous ambition. 4. Narrative Craft: Noir Aesthetics & Pseudoscience Multi-Perspective Storytelling: Wayne’s cynical first-person narration intercuts with newspaper clippings (Jack the Ripper Returns), cult parchments, and Veronica’s encrypted journals to piece together the puzzle. Stylized Language: Gritty metaphors: "Wall Street fog smells of rusted dreams," "Veronica’s hair outshines Coney Island neon." Symbolism: Bulletproof doors adorned with Citizen Kane posters critique hollow American idealism; cash-stuffed Bibles mock religious hypocrisy. Sci-Fantasy Systems: Vampire "sun weakness" explained as uranium radiation side effects. "Eldritch whispers" rationalized as infrasound brainwashing; hell reimagined as a quantum dimension. Weapons: Rune-engraved silver bullets, alchemy-modified revolvers blending mysticism and tech.
yu_xu_7087 · 1.1K Views

Awakening in The world of Gods

In a world where magic isn’t just a tool but the very fabric of existence, young Poll Nightvale is about to flip the script—and maybe the universe—on its head. Don’t let his unassuming name fool you. Poll is no background character. Behind that innocent, wide-eyed look lies a sneaky bastard with manipulation skills sharp enough to sell ice to a frost giant. Combine that with badass scientific know-how, and you’ve got someone who can outwit a council of wizards and build a mana-powered doomsday device before breakfast. When Poll awakens to his dormant mana powers, he quickly learns that magic isn’t all sparkles and fun. It’s unruly, chaotic, and dangerously addictive—kind of like him. But instead of sticking to the traditional methods, Poll decides to chart his own course, blending arcane arts with cutting-edge science to create something entirely new. Of course, this path is littered with explosive experiments, accidental genius, and more than a few plans that sound insane… until they work. Things take a dark turn when Poll stumbles upon mana corruption, a sinister force that twists and warps everything it touches. This isn’t just a challenge—it’s a world-ending catastrophe in the making. But does Poll panic? Nope. He smirks, rolls up his sleeves, and gets to work. Armed with his sharp mind, dubious charm, and a team of loyal (and occasionally exasperated) companions, he sets out to tackle the impossible. As Poll grapples with the forces of mana and his own chaotic ambitions, he learns that being a hero isn’t about playing by the rules. It’s about bending them, breaking them, and occasionally rewriting them entirely. Because when the stakes are this high, and the odds this slim, you need someone who can think outside the box—and maybe set it on fire for good measure. Join Poll Nightvale on a journey of explosive discovery, cunning schemes, and chaotic brilliance as he forges his destiny, one sneaky move at a time. In a world teetering on the edge of destruction, he’s not just a beacon of hope—he’s the unpredictable spark that sets everything into motion. "Can’t wait for the next chapter? Unlock early access and read new chapters before everyone else! Plus, join exclusive polls to shape the future of the story and enjoy behind-the-scenes content. Your support keeps this story alive and growing—be part of the journey! --> coming soon"
Ishan_ambar · 6.4K Views

Anleitung zur Zähmung meiner schurkischen Ehemänner

Fortsetzung von Guide to raise my cutie husbands. Mo Qiang, eine Architektin, wurde von der Fee der Natur auserwählt, die sie in die interstellare Welt brachte, wo sie bestraft wurde, um die Natur wiederzubeleben, die sie mit ihren eigenen Händen zerstört hat, während sie Architektur schuf, von der sie dachte, sie würde den Weg für die Zukunft ebnen. Jetzt, wo sie mit einem System zur Wiederbelebung der Natur in einer Welt voller giftiger Gase und intergalaktischer Dinge festsitzt, wo sie ganz von vorne anfangen und mehr Wald und Feldfrüchte anpflanzen muss, während sie eine lebenswerte Welt für die Menschen schafft, leidet Mo Qiang. Aber das klingt einfach, oder? Nein! Auf ihrem Weg hat sie drei schurkische Ehemänner, die sie alle drei umbringen wollen, damit sie ihre fähige Schwester heiraten können, nachdem sie sie weggeschmissen haben, die nichts taugte und nichts wert war. Mo Qiang hat nichts gegen sie, im Gegenteil, sie ist mehr als bereit, sich von ihnen scheiden zu lassen, nachdem sie ihr Leben gesichert und ihre Gunst in ihren Herzen erhöht hat, so dass sie sie nicht töten werden, aber... Warum sind sie jetzt hinter ihr her? Hallo, ihr wolltet doch alle ihre Schwester heiraten, oder? Auszug: " Bitte sehr", sagte Mo Qiang, als sie die Scheidungsvereinbarung in die Hand nahm und ihren ersten Ehemann ansah, der sanft, aber giftig wie eine Schlange war. "Ich habe die Scheidungsurkunde bereits unterschrieben, du kannst sie dir ansehen - warte, warum ziehst du dich aus?" Der Mann schaute sie an und lächelte sanft, während er seine Brille abnahm und sagte: "Sieht so aus, als wäre meine Frau nicht glücklich darüber, dass ich unser Kind nicht zur Welt bringe, keine Sorge, ich werde heute Nacht hart arbeiten." Mo Qiang: "....." Ich will nicht, dass du hart arbeitest! Nimm die zweite! " Nimm das und unterschreibe es", sagte Mo Qiang, diesmal etwas heftiger, als sie ihren zweiten Mann ansah, der gerade ein Drehbuch für seinen Film las. "Ich bin sicher, du willst dich von mir scheiden lassen, oder? Ich habe bereits unterschrieben - wow! Warum legst du mich aufs Bett?" Fragte sie, während sie in sein wunderschönes Gesicht blickte. Ihr zweiter Mann starrte auf sie herab und sagte mit ausdrucksloser Miene und einer Stimme so kalt wie Wasser: "Ich muss eine Liebesszene üben, hilf mir, liebe Frau." Mo Qiang: "......" Dieser Film, den du drehst, basiert auf der Apokalypse der Zerg, lüg mich nicht an! Mit wem willst du denn Liebe machen? Mit einem Zerg? Nimm den Dritten! " Huff, huff...das ist die Scheidungsvereinbarung, unterschreib sie... Ich weiß, dass deine Firma es nicht zulässt, dass sich Idole verabreden, also unterschreibe hier", sagte sie zu ihrem dritten Mann, der gerade seine Tanzschritte übte. Der mit einem lockeren Seidenhemd bekleidete Mer, dem der Schweiß vom Körper tropfte, warf einen Blick auf das Dokument, das sie ihm reichte, und umarmte dann Mo Qiang. Eine Sekunde später hörte sie seine schniefende Stimme, während er Küsse auf ihren Hals pfefferte: "Frau, willst du mich nicht? Ist das das neue Idol, das deine Aufmerksamkeit erregt hat, ich wusste es! Ich werde mich um ihn kümmern!" "Legen Sie das Messer weg!" Und warum kommt der dritte Prinz der kaiserlichen Familie, der sie bis auf die Knochen gehasst hat, mit Blumen hinter ihr her? Sie hat doch schon alle Hände voll zu tun! ....
fairytail72 · 46.4K Views

Sword Brother

Since the Great Fracture and the partial destruction of the Moon, Earth has become nothing more than a wasteland, devoured by corruption. An unknown gigantic sword, emerging from the infinitely distant reaches of the universe, pierced the Unnameable, impaling it upon the star of dreams. Now, humanity lives in a waking nightmare, struggling to survive in a world where Umbra and Lumen wage an endless battle. Cities are built around sacred sites, where Lumen, the only source of purification, is wielded to repel the creeping darkness. But Umbra, with its abominations born of the shadows, relentlessly threatens what remains of humanity. Gaël is stained by this darkness. Umbra flows within him, eating away at his body and mind, and each time he draws upon this forbidden power, he edges closer to madness. He knows his fate is sealed, that his chances of surviving what he is becoming are slim. But rather than cower in fear, he chooses another path. He wants to follow in the footsteps of the Brothers of the Sword. Where the chosen of Lumen purify, the Brothers cut and annihilate. Where the cities hide behind the light, they plunge into the darkness. Feared, revered, and shrouded in legend, these warriors are, for most, nothing more than children’s tales. Gaël knows his life will be short. So before he vanishes, he wants to uncover the truth behind these fables, and if possible, live a brief, glorious saga, cutting down a few abominations along the way.
PacoTille · 7K Views

GLIMPSE_ OF _MY LIFE

Abhi ; there is no need for that baby , we will learn the rest of the things together!! Wife1; you are really good at flirting.. Abhi; no no... These kinds of things comes in my mind when I'm with her! Wife2; wow , I guess you are really Lucky ishana ,that you got a life partner like him.... You will enjoy your life with him by your side ... Ishana; okay enough.... enough about me.... let's talk about you guys!! So tell me how's your married life going? And this question is for both of you.. Cousin 2; it's going perfectly fine... Cousin 1; yah exactly it's perfectly fine Ishana; on the bed? Abhi; ( what the hell she said just now is she this shameless, if she is this Frank then why she never talk to me like this, I wish she'll talk to me like that because I want to be the closest person in her life) Cousin 1 ; I don't think you should ask this question this much frankly Cousin 2 ; yah like we are here with 3 outsider how will they think about us !! Ishana; why I feel like you are avoiding my question... Cousin 1; yep I think we should focus on you it's not a good place to talk personal matter!! Right abhi!! Abhi; what will I say in this I don't know how close you guys are to talk like this I'm quite stunned to see this bond between you guys ... It's really good if we can solve other problem.... Ishana; (I went close to abhi and wishper in his ear ) take my cousin in law with you and talk to them !! Abhi; okay.. Cousin in law would you like to come and have a drink with me. Wife 1; whom you are asking?? Abhi ; both of you, I would like to talk to you guys... Wife 2 ; okay let's go ( We are on the other side of the terrace where we cant here what are they talking) Ishana; now you can tell me whats the problem!! Cousin 1 ; there is nothing !! To tell you... Cousin 2; ya he is right there is nothing to tell you!! Ishana; then why the hell there's an awkwardness between you guys ... As if you never talk to each other!! Just living in a room like a roommate Cousin 1; it's just 3 years of our marriage, we are still trying to understand each other.... Ishana; what's there to understand?? You.... you guys never slept together and you never got attracted to each other?? Its A Story About A Girl Who Wanted To Fight For Herself To This Dominating Society. She Wanted To Stand For Herself Not Like Other Girls Who Just Suffer From It...... This Story Is All About How she fell In Love At First Sight, But She Dont Want To Merry The Guy She Fell In Love With, Because She Wanted To Prove That She Can Live Alone..... And Enjoy The Life Alone Without Anyone By Her Side..... #Romance, #Comedy,#18+,#Love INTRODUCTION OF THE CHARACTERS Main Lead Profession Age 1.Abhishek Doctor 27 2.ishana Doctor 25 SIDE CHARACTERS 1.DAD 2. MOM 3. BROTHER 4.RELATIVES Make Sure You Are 18+.. I Know That You Are 18+ Since Birth!!
Goddessofdevil_688 · 6.9K Views

Je viens d'hériter de l'héritage de l'Empereur Arcanique

Dans l'Empire Solaire, les gens étaient divisés par leur sang. Les nobles profitaient de leur vie dans la richesse, avec du vin raffiné et des plats incroyables. Ils régnaient en maîtres sur les roturiers. La seule raison pour laquelle ils en étaient capables, c'est qu'ils avaient la connaissance de la force la plus puissante du monde - la magie. Les nobles contrôlaient leur savoir pour éviter qu'il ne se répande facilement parmi les roturiers, rendant plus difficile pour eux l'apprentissage de la magie. Léo, un jeune orphelin à Solaria, avait une affinité pour la magie incroyablement puissante. Il ne le savait même pas car il ne pouvait jamais apprendre la magie - il était trop pauvre pour essayer d'apprendre dans une académie de magie. Il essayait juste de survivre dans les rues de Solhaven jusqu'à ce qu'il trouve le tome perdu de l'Empereur Arcane. "Je peux battre un Mage du 7ème Cercle." "Wow ! Tu as dû t'entraîner pendant de nombreuses décennies. Quel âge as-tu ?" "17." "..." Le monde allait être bouleversé. NOTE POUR MES FORMIDABLES LECTEURS : NE prenez PAS de privilège si le mois est sur le point de se terminer. Votre accès aux privilèges se terminera lorsque le mois se terminera. Il NE dure PAS un mois entier après que vous l'ayez acheté. Veuillez acheter les niveaux de privilèges dans la PREMIÈRE MOITIÉ du mois pour obtenir le meilleur rapport qualité-prix. Pour les personnes qui pensent que Discord est à la mode, voici le serveur Discord pour ce livre. N'hésitez pas à discuter de ce que vous pensez de ce livre sur le serveur. https://discord.gg/TbX8MCUg7
WhiteNightingale · 102K Views

OP Absorption

Later that day, Fin was out on his usual scrap run. The safe zone’s edge was a mess of twisted metal and broken concrete, leftovers from when the first Gates opened. He lugged a heavy bag over his shoulder, his boots crunching on gravel. The air smelled like rust and something faintly sour—probably a dead rat or worse. “Yo, Fin! Hurry it up!” his boss, Greg, yelled from the truck parked a hundred yards away. Greg was a squat, sweaty guy who acted like he was king of the scrap heap. “We ain’t got all day!” “Yeah, yeah,” Fin muttered under his breath. He bent down to grab a jagged piece of rebar, his fingers brushing the cold metal. His power kicked in—useless as ever. He could feel every nick and dent in the steel, like it was whispering its boring life story to him. 'Wow, so thrilling,' he thought sarcastically. That’s when he heard it—a low, guttural growl. He froze. His head snapped up, eyes darting around. The safe zone wasn’t *supposed* to have monsters. That’s why it was called safe. But the sound came again, closer this time, from behind a pile of rubble. “Greg?” He called, his voice shaky. “You hear that?” No answer. The truck’s engine roared to life—Greg was bailing. “Fin, move your ass!” the man shouted before peeling out, dust kicking up behind him. “Seriously?!” Fin dropped the rebar and bolted. He wasn’t a runner, but fear made his legs move faster than he thought possible. The growling turned into a snarl, and he risked a glance back. Something big and scaly was charging after him—green skin, claws like kitchen knives, and a mouth full of teeth that didn’t fit right. A monster. A freaking monster.
luthizo · 2K Views

Not another Dungeon Story

It did not matter who you were. A noble’s blood, a scholar’s wisdom, a merchant’s wealth—none of it meant a damn thing inside the dungeons. Once you stepped beyond those gates, past the threshold where light faded and the unknown swallowed all, there was only one truth that mattered. The strong ruled. The weak perished. It did not matter if you were a prince or a beggar, a decorated warrior or a nameless fool. The dungeon did not care. It did not discriminate. It only tested, again and again, until your bones lay among the countless others who had thought themselves worthy. For most, dungeon diving was not a choice—it was survival. In this city of towering walls and endless ambition, men and women bled for the chance to carve their names into history. They fought for coin, for glory, for the slim chance of rising above their station. They fought because, in Dragnir, power was the only thing that truly mattered. Some dove for wealth, their eyes glimmering with the promise of fortune buried in the depths. Others sought fame, desperate for their names to be whispered in awe, their deeds recorded in legend. And then there were those who fought for power—not for riches, not for glory, but for strength itself. Because in the end, power was the only thing that meant anything. And so, they fought. Again and again, against monsters that never died, in dungeons that never emptied. They struggled, they endured, they bled, and still, the dungeons called for more. For some, the call was a curse. For others, a promise. But no matter the reason, no matter their fate—once they stepped inside, they belonged to the dungeon. And the dungeons… never let go. Right Dungeons, because it's not only one but Three of them with different kinds of hell to offer, will you dive?.
57Hertz · 13.1K Views

QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL)

[WSA 2025] At the Edge of the Void… A soft blue light hums, pulsing with energy, its robotic voice ringing with purpose. > "Do you accept me, System 0404, the Harem-Building System?" A young man in his twenties, eyes shining with excitement, eagerly responds: > "YES!" The blue light flares— The universe shifts— The binding process begins— DING! > [System Successfully Bound to…] …Daphne Han? ??? ??? *** System: "If you’re going to RUIN the harem-building mission, I’m not helping you!" Daphne: "Okay, I’ll just win without you." System: "…Wait, what?" *** World one: Male Lead: "Why are my offers disappearing?!" Daphne: "Oh? Maybe you just weren’t talented enough." System: "YOU CAN’T JUST DELETE THE PROTAGONIST!" - Actress #1: "Wait, I actually love acting, not this forced romance subplot?" Actress #2: "Oh wow, working under Daphne is way better than chasing ML’s validation." Male Lead: "WHERE DID MY HAREM GO?!" System: "DON'T RUIN THE PLOT!" - Villainess: "What do you want in return for everything?" Daphne: "You." System: "NOOOO, SHE’S SUPPOSED TO BE HIS FINAL LOVE INTEREST!" World two: Emperor: "You were supposed to compete for my favor!" Daphne: "Nah. I’m the one with favor now." Heroine: "Can I join your court instead?" System: "THAT'S NOT HOW HAREM DRAMAS WORK!" *** CEO: "I was supposed to be her fate!" Demon Lord: "SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO REDEEM ME!" Imperial Prince: "What do you MEAN she’s not interested in me anymore?!" System: "THIS IS NOT HOW THESE STORIES WORK." NB: Currently 6 worlds/arcs (more to come) Yuri/GL No harem Female alpha? Futa? Won't you find out. Updates weekly
Sofie_Vert01 · 84.4K Views

Setting souls

The two men couldn't have looked more out of place on the cold afternoon streets of New Hadepee. The first was a scrawny fellow, no taller than five foot eight, wearing a white shirt marred with ugly reddish-brown stains and a pair of plain tan pants. His companion, by contrast, carried himself with an air of quiet authority—a regal-looking man with a neatly trimmed black beard, wrapped in a great black coat with a red scarf pulled snug around his neck. "I heard the man himself has come back," the one in the stained shirt said, carefully balancing on the curb with his arms outstretched. "Oh? And where did you hear that?" his companion asked, turning his head with amusement to watch the precarious balancing act. "Welp, the sergeant major told me to go down to Olker, so I figured that could only mean he's back," the man in the white shirt replied. "Vistor has close cultural and political ties with the kingdom of Olker. Don't you think it's just a protection job?" the older man in black inquired, a hint of humor in his voice. "Oh, come on, Mang, you know they'd never give someone like me a protection job," the man in the white shirt scoffed, jumping off the curb and spinning around a lamppost. The older man—now known as Mang—came to a halt, reaching into his coat and pulling out an envelope. "Well, Tai, I suppose you're wrong." Mang handed the envelope to him. Tai peeled open the envelope, sliding out the letter and studying it carefully. "Oh wow, so Marlin is marrying the queen of those people?" he asked with a shrug. "She is not a queen. Don't let anyone call her that," Mang snapped. "And if her people weren't so damn difficult, we would have annexed them already." "So we let them succeed but not Gascon? Whose idea was that? They're more like us than those humans are," Tai said, frowning. "Gascon was willing to sell to the Emperor for a small chunk of change," Mang quipped. "The Noctrous family was not." "Ok so what's that matter, all we need is a little persuasion to change their minds? We killed the chief of Gnomandale and sent his stuffed head back to them, then they sold Gnomendale to us. All we need to do to get Olker is beat the hell out of Sylvie and she will sell." Tai folds the letter and places it back into the envelope. "Tai, the people of Vistor don't have the heart to see us beat up the Eladrin people like we did the Gnomes, and plus their Chief tramp Silvye is much too pretty for us to put her head on a stick."  "Welp, it's our loss," Tai muttered, spitting onto the sidewalk. "No, it's not. Not if Chester is back…" Tai frowned. "What's Chester gonna do?" "Last I recall, his fallout with Sylvie wasn't just a petty disagreement. Before he died, he built a fleet of ships and hid them in a cove somewhere. If he wanted revenge, all he'd need is an army." "And who the hell would fight for him?" "The same people who fight for us—the poor." This is a prequel to Then Maker, another story of mine. The writing may feel somewhat outdated compared to my more recent work, but it consists of a series of scenes that occur before the main events of the novel. The description is one of my most recent pieces, which is why it differs in style from the rest of the book.
Thornton_Chase · 1.6K Views

I am supplementing the database in the cultivation world

When Ma Nong Mo'an was struggling to type data, he accidentally crossed over and became a passerby in the cultivation literature. Good news, the body is connected to big data, it seems like a golden finger; The bad news is that we have to replenish the database before we can go home... Wow, no matter how long we cross over, it's fate! The database of the entire cultivation world is so vast that it cannot be replenished, it cannot be replenished at all! In order to survive, Mo An could only barely enter the libraries of various major sects to copy books and supplement data, striving to be a knowledge transporter. But unexpectedly, moving around, he became the savior of the sect?! The master brother was poisoned and the dantian was destroyed. Oh, it's not a big problem. Big data can analyze toxins and provide on-site teaching for surgical repair of dantian. Second Senior Brother has demonic bloodline and is hiding silently, afraid to reveal his true face to others? Oh, what a big deal! Big data activates dual bloodline skills, switch anytime, seamlessly connect. Little senior sister is beautiful and can still refine weapons, but she was captured by the demon race after being noticed? Don't worry, big data detection and scanning have directly reached the lair of the demon race. Are there not enough talismans for the demons to launch a massive attack? Try using a rune printing machine, print one sack at a time. Evil energy invaded, and a large number of cultivators' hearts were destroyed. When a divine consciousness brick fell, they immediately became clear and refreshed. The evil energy disappeared, and Mo An himself did not expect it. He only worked as a code farmer in the cultivation world, but managed to become a junior sister in the entire cultivation world, and even saved the cultivation world!
lvv7788 · 106.7K Views
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