MTL - I Don’t Want To Fight Anymore After Wearing An Outer Room - Chapter 473 see off

Ye Zichen was just a normal university student. Or so he thought.

People say that when a man becomes middle aged, their appearance and energy will become weak. Ye Qing Xin doesn’t feel that way. At least Jing Bo Yuan is not, his appearance and energy is still really great.

Kyra, a mysterious young girl, suddenly finds herself transported to a strange and unfamiliar world. Lost and alone, she is saved by a silly yet adorable silver wolf. Little does she know that this is just the beginning of an extraordinary journey.Soon, she encounters a fierce feral king - snake, willing to carry her three thousand steps just to claim her as his mate. But he's not the only one drawn to her. A powerful, Mysterious dragon falls deeply in love with Kyra, sacrificing his wings to protect her.Then there's the siren—a dangerous, ruthless healer who seems indifferent to everything, yet has his own role to play in Kyra’s story.And through it all, a mysterious stalker hides in the shadows, leaving roses at her door and protecting her from afar. What does he want, and what are his true intentions?In a world filled with wild and unpredictable beasts, Kyra's journey is more than just a survival story—it's one filled with love, danger, and the unknown. Her adventure is only beginning, and with every step, she is drawn deeper into a world of Beasts, uncovering shocking secrets along the way.⚠️WARNING⚠️- Reverse Harem- Beast World- Mature Content (18+ Only)

[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.