Forbidden Fruit Intense Taboo - Chapter 21: Who?

Xiao Yu transmigrated into an interstellar novel and became a mermaid Omega.
It’s just that he was unlucky, traveled to a desolate star that was about to be destroyed, and fell in love with the villain in the book.
what to do? I can get by, but how far can I go?
Ji Canghai was a five-star general admired by thousands of people, and also a notorious star thief. He is an invincible general on the battlefield and a nightmare for the enemy.
No one knew that this cold-blooded and merciless killing machine left the only softness in his heart to his little mermaid.
Due to genetic defects, the mermaid family will gradually become violent and eventually die without the help of mermaid Omega.
The mermaid race, which has not been born for hundreds of years, is miserable. Not to mention the shortened life expectancy, technology, culture, and mineral resources are also greatly restricted.
Xiao Yu, who came across time, became the mermaid’s only salvation by accident, and was also hated by the mermaid’s enemies.
When many forces are vying for him, only Ji Canghai will always stand by his side, never leaving him.
“Others look up to you and worship you because you are strong enough to protect or take their lives.”
“I am the only one in the world who loves you, not only because I yearn for your body.”

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Martin was a succubus who perished at the hands of the Sun God, struck down by a single divine arrow during the epic war between gods and demons. Meanwhile, Martin, a Ph.D. in literature and a seasoned movie enthusiast, lost his life in a car accident in August 2023. By some cosmic twist of fate, the souls of the two Martins converged within the chaotic currents of time and space, merging and eventually settling in the body of an eleven-year-old boy named Martin Myers, living in Los Angeles in 1996.A world without spiritual energy? Fortunately, as a succubus, I don’t need spiritual energy to cultivate; all I need is the essence of desire. Emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and excitement—are all desires. As long as these emotions are directed at me, they can become fuel for my growth. Alright, let’s see what reliable ways exist in this world to stir people’s emotions en masse. Hmm, becoming a writer—sounds promising; and music, that could work too; but wow, Hollywood movies! They have a global reach; this is perfect! What’s that term again? Right—“Idea Recycler.” I’ll start with writing, but the ultimate goal is to become an international movie star. Acting skills, you say? Don’t worry—I’m a succubus, after all!Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to this novel. All characters, settings, and plot elements belong to the original author and copyright holder. This work is shared purely for entertainment purposes, with no intent to infringe on the original creator’s rights.

She leaned down to look inside the well and sighed. Tucking back her hair behind her ear as the evening wind blew.

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