CROWN PRINCE'S CONCUBINE - Chapter 689 - 689 Don’t Touch Me

In the realm of Nexaria, where elemental spirits and divine beings shape the fate of the world as a land of mortals striving to become gods against the demons of the Abyssal universe, a young boy named Lassim Vanthar embarks on an extraordinary journey of advancement, adventure and becoming a bastion for those around him in their fight against the Dragal.Born into a noble family with a legacy of Fire elemental martial prowess, Lassim possesses an unparalleled gift on his 8th birthday—a connection to two differing elemental spirits, a feat unheard of in the history of his world. A gift and a tampering of the order until now that is an omen. It is a sign of the Gods influencing the future fate of Nexaria on a more serious level.Lassim must harness the power of his dual spirits to protect his loved ones and confront the looming threat of the Abyss' encroachment on his universe, but one step at a time as he grows from just a tool of the God's to a major power as the hero ofnot only Nexaria, but the entire universe.Lassim faces daunting challenges, battles fierce adversaries, and unlocks the mysteries of his own destiny that has been tampered with by the Gods of this universe. How will he react and adapt to his situations?

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”

Also known as: Modern Alpha dressed as an ancient scumbag
Song Boxue woke up and read an ancient sadomasochistic text.
The original hostess disguised herself as a man and cheated money and sex. She was the cannon fodder fiancé of the hostess Jiang Fanyin, and she was a small county magistrate who was corrupt.
When Jiang Fanyin was most helpless, the small magistrate not only ruined Jiang Fanyin’s innocence, but also drove her out without a penny.
Later, Jiang Fanyin was living on the street and was rescued by the male protagonist. With the help of the male protagonist, he regained everything and broke the legs of the small county magistrate.
Song Boxue: “…” Her legs are a little weak.
When she looked up, she saw Jiang Fanyin who was tied up with five flowers.
Is this a plot that has already progressed to the point of destroying people’s innocence?
Song Boxue: ! Let go now.
After letting people go, Song Boxue immediately decided to move, and it was best to stay away from Jiang Fanyin.
Run quickly, if you run slowly, your legs will not be protected!
Unexpectedly, the fever period came suddenly…
In a trance, she smelled the faint tea fragrance, fresh and sultry.
When he woke up, Song Boxue looked at Jiang Fanyin, whose neck was covered with red marks! ! Can I still save my legs when I run now?
small theater~~
Song Boxue: This official is ill, and his illness is not serious.
Jiang Fanyin: Oh, if you are ill, quickly treat it.
Song Boxue: I want to kiss you when I get sick.
Jiang Fanyin: Oh, continue to be sick.

1. A has no extra organs and has a child.
2. The writing is white, slow and sweet.
3. There are many private settings, which are purely fictitious.
Finally: Thank you for your support, hold tight, and turn around~

Content tags: travel through time and space, wear a book, disguise as a man, ancient history, main attack
Search keywords: protagonist: Song Boxue, Jiang Fanyin ┃ supporting role: not yet ┃ others:

- Description from novelbuddy

【Brain battles + leveling up + girls chasing + mild suspenseful reasoning. 】

“I can read minds and I understand psychology.

I can identify everything and even predict my own death.

However, if no girl confesses to me every 30 days, I will die.

The good news is, I've successfully picked up many girls.

The bad news is, the girls who can't have me are starting to go to extremes.

If anyone sees this message, please call an ambu——#$%^&*(……”

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