Chronicles of Forgotten Extra - Chapter 131: Weird Scene?

As a troublesome Idol with a bad personality who was confident of his pretty look. All Si Ning ever wanted was to gamble and become rich overnight so he could finally buy a mansion and lots of sports car for him to finally be able to drive the latest sports car to his hometown to see his mother and sisterThen he would not feel guilty for dropping out of school and using his school expenses to gamble and lost, it was the plan he was working on and he never expected to be transmigrated to another world and turns out to be the General commanding a large army to war.“I cannot do this.” Si Ning rolled on the bed knowing this was nothing more than a nightmare as he stared at his callused hands he woke up to.Being General Si Ning of the great Xiu imperial army was nothing more than a nightmare to him.In order to survive in a world of war, Si Ning had to choose the perfect partner and rise to be a powerful person in Xiu nation.*This is BLMeans Boys love.

【Interstellar Marriage】【Strong Men and Strong Women】【Su Shuang Hot Blood】

Lin Fu’s biggest regret is that she was born in a military and police family, but due to physical reasons, she can only sing and dance in the art troupe, and be a qualified vase.

Accidentally traveling to the interstellar era three thousand years later, she was pleasantly surprised to find that she possessed rare S-level spiritual power, and was born to be a fleet commander.

She wants to go to the military academy, enter the Marine War Academy, command the space fleet, and become a heroic female general.

However, her new identity is just the daughter of a farmer in a remote galaxy. In order to realize her dream, she chose to marry the youngest space fleet commander in the empire.

Your Excellency the Commander is cold and abstinent, with an intimidating aura, yet so handsome that it breaks one’s heart, Lin Fu fell at first glance.

I want to eat, but I want to hide it secretly.

Later, people in the whole interstellar world finally knew that the trash bumpkin who had been scolded all the time was actually the commander of the Third Fleet of the Empire.

She is also the most honorable and lovely Princess Freya ever in the royal family, and she is also a frightening star thief.

The entire universe is boiling.

Your Excellency the handsome and noble Commander is not happy: Where is the promised private possession?

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Recommend my chronology: “Crossing into a Son-in-law’s ex-wife”

When Demon Lord, Syryn Nigh'hart, found that he had gone back in time and turned into his child self, he had assumed to do better with his second life. Commit smaller crimes, keep away from burning villages and inciting other demons, contribute to society, abide by most laws, you know? But then the hero, his old friend, had to fall in love with him and ruin his plans.

Goddess, I cannot take responsibility for your champion, Rowan Windwalker, getting bent. Please don't strike me down!

#Gold Tier winner of WPC (forgot the contest number)#y'all this shit gay so don't go walking in expecting it to not have men sucking faces#N̶o̶ ̶h̶a̶r̶e̶m̶(my dumb self thought harem means mc marries many lovers)#Reformed and immature demon lord (but he's nice now okay. He isn't psycho.) #Hero is an extremely patient man for putting up with the demon lord's nonsense # MULTIPLE POTENTIAL LOVE INTERESTS #Slow Romance#Slow like you have to wait for around 40 chapters (smut too) before it starts #Patience is needed #Lots of it#alternate day updates because I have to study#english is neither my first nor second language so bear with me#The cat is not the ML ಥ‿ಥ some of you are getting the wrong idea.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.