MTL - The Mad Cultivator - Chapter 4551 Save the emperor

Yu Antong suffers from congenital heart disease and lives carefully everyday. He didn’t expect that in the end he would die in an accident. At the last moment of his life, he only regretted that his short life was tasteless.

When he opened his eyes again, he was transmigrated into a book and he was overjoyed in getting a healthy body.

As soon as he passed through, he was getting married. On top of that, his marriage partner is the dream lover of many bottoms in the book!

Yu Antong let go of himself, being happy every day.

At the beginning, Xing Lixuan: It seems different from the investigation, what kind of family can cultivate this evildoer?

Later, Xing Lixuan: The wife I married is really clingy and the way he calls me husband always makes me uncomfortable. But for some reason, I don’t want want to stop it.

Finally, all of Xing Dashao’s friends said that they already know that Xing Dashao’s wife is a good at cooking, earns a lot of money, and looks good. They hope that in the future, Xing Dashao can stop talking about his wife and let the single dogs live!

Xing Lixuan: You don’t know how cute my wife is at home, but I won’t say that.

Half a year later, Yu Antong touched his belly and was shocked: I‘m pregnant?! Xing Lixuan, you get here!! I want a divorce!!!

Xing Lixuan: Wife, we already have a child, don’t make trouble.

Yu Antong: I regret it now, I only thought this was a romance novel but never know this was a male pregnancy one!

- Description from Novelupdates

[Shuangqiang, sweet pet, 1v1]

A very distinguished person has come to the west city.

The mysterious man Rong Wuye is ascetic and dignified, ruthless and crazy, unparalleled in power and wealth, but he is also a well-known and unfeminine flower in the business world.

“Follow Fifth Master to keep you safe.”

“That mountain, and the three mountains connected to it, are all our private domain.”

“I don’t even intend to give my name to Lao Tzu? I’m sorry!”

He pushed her against the corner, “Little thing is misbehaving, how should I be punished?”

…

Nanhuang was reborn and found that she had become Ye Nanhuang, a woman whose marriage was not going well.

A cold divorce agreement was thrown in front of her. She took the agreement, signed it quickly, and left.

Stupid scumbag, sister don’t want it!

“Ye Nanhuang is a divorced woman.”

“Ye Nanhuang knows nothing but painting.”

“Have you heard? She is barren.”

The powerful and overlord of the imperial city, Rong Wuye, came all the way to the west city, and put his arms around her slender waist.

“Little thing, marry me, huh?”

- Description from novelbuddy

What is the point of wealth and status if there’s nobody to share it with? Dual Cultivation explores the sensual side of the Cultivation world that is often filled with solitude!

Su Yang was sentenced to life in prison within the Eternal Retribution Cliff, where only the universe’s most violent and evil criminals dwell.

His crime?

He seduced the Moon God’s wife, kidnapped the Dragon King’s sister, and even touched the Heavenly Emperor’s beloved daughter.

He later meets a mysterious old man who would help him escape prison by reincarnating him.

In his new life, Su Yang swears to reunite with his lovers and hold them in his embrace once again, all the while finding new ones along the way.

~


Join Discord for announcements and SS giveaways: https://discord.gg/uZvvveV

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.