How a Black-Haired Barbarian Survived the Labyrinth in Another World - Chapter 143: Cocktail

Ye Yu transmigrated into a fantasy world and awakened the Dream Simulation System. After each dream, he could randomly acquire a power from the dream. Initially, Ye Yu planned to slowly grow stronger this way until he could dominate the entire world. As time passed, Ye Yu experienced more and more dreams. But he later discovered that the wives in his dreams actually existed in reality. As the saying goes, having one girlfriend is dangerous, but having many girlfriends is life-threatening. When these immensely powerful demonesses and empresses started showing up one by one, Ye Yu’s first reaction was to run away.

In the presence of strangers, Han Chen was always handsome and cold, making it difficult for others to get close to him. He was like the frosted snow – pure, and slightly chilly. Yet, he was also like the river flowing in the dark night – quiet and moving. To many, he was akin to an unparalleled and untouchable god.

Only in the presence of Bai Jin Xi would this famous top police superintendent expose his deeply hidden shameless nature.

“Come and sit nearer to me, I won’t eat you. At least, not now.”

“I have never touched other women before. Do you want to check my body?”

“Bai Jin Xi, never ever leave my side. Every year, every month, every moment, every minute, every second.”

In her heart, there exists an obstinate old man – one who has tirelessly loved her throughout all these years.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.

The paramount existences among daemons are known as ‘Great Sages’.

A young man leaves the mountain village and wanders the world, entering the legends step by step, becoming a part of mythology itself.