MTL - Mr Fu, I Really Love You - Chapter 1142 Have you ever played? !

The earth has entered the era of aura recovery, and human beings have started their supernatural awakening!

Luo Jing traveled through, and traveled to the outer door of the Demonic Soul Refining Sect, and became a miscellaneous fish disciple.

There is a powerful senior sister in the door, who has been pestering him. Just when Luo Jing was thinking about whether to “be sensible” and practiced at night, he found that his girlfriend had also crossed over with him, and the two could meet in a dream.

The girlfriend actually traveled to the Immortal Gate of the Right Way and became the direct disciple of the elder of the Immortal Sect.

Shen Qingxuan: Can you stay away from those demon girls?

Luo Jing: I’ve tried my best to stay away from them! It was they who wanted to make me a stove, and I didn’t want to!

This book is also known as “My Husband with a Demon-sucking Female Physique”, “In order to keep my boyfriend, I must practice hard”, “My fairy world can’t be a long-distance relationship”

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Chen Muxue, the chef of Internet celebrity private kitchen, has transmigrated into a book, and has become the ultimate villain of the male fairy tale novel, and shot the male protagonist away with an iron pot as soon as he came.

Seeing the dilapidated sect and a group of picked up children waiting to be fed, Chen Muxue decided to eat before talking.

It’s just that I didn’t expect that this meal would last the whole summer…

One day, a man with a celestial spirit came over: “Master, is the sect in charge of food? If it is in charge of food, I am willing to worship inside the sect.”

Chen Muxue: “No problem, go plow the field!”

The next day, the entire cultivation world was shocked! Everyone began to test Qiandingmen one after another. No one knew why the great god of Xianmen, who had always been dressed in white, was willing to farm here…

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The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”