History's Number 1 Founder - Chapter 1446 - Slaying the Wolf

Wen Qing was pulled into an infinite flow game, and after struggling through the first instance, he received a strange buff.

System: 【 All non-human beings will have a good impression of you. PS: ***** 】

Wen Qing asked cautiously: ”What do the asterisks mean?”

System: 【 It means ***** 】

The blocked words are definitely not good at all!

Wen Qing cried: ”Can I refuse this weird buff?”

System: 【 The highest-end hunters often appear in the form of prey. 】

Wen Qing choked. ”Am I the highest-end hunter?”

System: 【 You are the most delicious prey. 】

Wen Qing: ???

- Description from Novelupdates

Twelve zodiac animals represented the months of the Lunar calendar. No one was aware,however, that these twelve representations were Guardian Gods. These twelve positions were passed down the twelve patron bloodlines. They possessed the ability of the zodiac guardians and silently protected the East.

In the East, the auspicious Qilin, possessing royal blood, descended, reigning over the Twelve Zodiac Guardian Gods, who devote all of their power into protecting the East.

A ruffian Qilin, an Earth that transcends all expectations, a legendary city, and the patronage of the Zodiac animals together create an unforgettable novel.

(Rat, Ox, Tiger, Rabbit, Dragon, Snake, Horse, Ram/Goat, Monkey, Rooster, Dog, Pig)

- Description from Novelupdates

Two women visits Dong Fang Ao’s home. Both women claim to be his betrothed. The first woman wants to break off their betrothal but she lost the betrothal gift. The second woman is holding the betrothal gift and demands Dong Fang Ao to marry her.

Dong Fang Ao keeps both women as guests in his home to find out who is his real betrothed. He is curious about the secretive Cao Zi Yun. If she is his real betrothed then he wants to keep her by his side forever. But her secret is capable of separating them forever.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.