MTL - Immortal Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress’ Palace - Chapter 808 Accept the baptism of thunder with me

After years of longing, Mu Chenyan was finally going to marry the man of her dreams — Yuan Xuan. However, on her wedding day, the tragic death of Shu Qinger, her well-known romantic competitor led to Mu Chenyan’s prison sentence.

A captivating turn of events occurs when a charming new character, the wizard Shinji, becomes entwined with the destinies of Alvin, the brave young swordsman, Milis, the enchanting priestess, and Renka, the sultry ranger.

Together, they forge a bond that transcends mere camaraderie, evolving into the epitome of a flawless team.

Yet, hidden from Alvin's unsuspecting gaze, a scintillating secret simmers beneath the surface.

Behind closed doors, Shinji, Milis, and Renka succumb to the intoxicating dance of passion, plunging into a world of unbridled pleasure.

All the while, Alvin remains blissfully unaware of the forbidden desires that play out behind the curtain of their shared adventures.

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