MTL - Monster Factory - Chapter 20 : This chariot is a bit fierce

Du Yu has no clue about how he has transmigrated to a world of demon taming.He is also in a state of confusion when he contracts the Golden Crow that was literally a sun.“Are you from the legendary Golden Crow Race? What do you want to do?”“Don't, drive me away. I can, help you, with cultivation, is that okay?”

*TABOO CONTENT***********Caution******STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT*THIS CONTENT IS VERY HARMFUL FOR A NORMAL PERSON'S MIND...Meng hao a corporate worker got transmigrated in a cultivation world and awakened his Milf hunting system and started his journey of “ Milf hunter”..Senior sister: Junior brother you is truly is the best.... I love you let's have some thrill on bed....Master : Disciple it's time for you to let your master taste you......As, I heard that it was very thrilling experience for your junior sister,Let me experience it too.....Daughter of luck : Junior brother... I love you.Seeing all the girls behind him Meng hao said while standing on a mountain peak and seeing the long line he said“ No need to fight everyone would get their chance”

The worst thing that Shui Ruoshan think he ever did? He wrote the story of “The Strongest King in History”.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.