FFF-Class Trashero - Chapter 420 - [32nd Round] Morality Hero

[sweet, pampering][strong FL, 1v1]He was an absolute noble, decisive and cold-hearted, yet he was persistently entwined with her, doting incessantly.The first time they met, he questioned, “Six years ago, was it you?”The second time they met, he was holding a paternity test, “You still dare to say your son isn't mine?”The nth time they met, she finally lost her patience, “Sir, will you ever give it a rest?”The man lifted the corners of his mouth, smiling with a deep and enchanting charm, “Not before our second child is born.”

Being dragged forcefully, the young man found himself in a world where cultivation and magic exists. In this vast multi-worlds, the blood of the innocent and the blood of the guilt are spilled like it's nothing.

“I finally found you,” The words sent a jolt to his soul as an unknown yet familiar blurred memory played in his mind. Embraced by the unknown woman, they shared a kiss to his surprise.

Wearing a ring that held half of the power of his past life, the young man ventured to find his women and retrieve his lost memories.

Oh yeah, he was transferred naked.

Opening her eyes, Qiao Sang found that she was dressed as a junior high school student.

Then came a mock test.

Is she afraid of 985 graduation?

She was afraid…

What is the test for?

What is the name of the final evolved form of the Stinky Loach?

What planets have humans colonized?

…

Welcome to the world of beast control.

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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.