Realm of Myths and Legends - Chapter 88 Making Preparations

Mu Sheng transmigrated into a male harem article, and became a member who was about to be included in the harem by the male lead.
In this article, the male protagonist fell off a cliff and met the old man with a white beard, and from then on he began to kill the Quartet and dominate the road. Of course, there are beauties everywhere you go.
The master of Taiyi sect, the young master of Tianji sect, the princess of the demon clan, the empress of the demon clan… any one of her identities is more prominent than her, the little junior sister of the outer sect.
Mu Sheng didn’t have any ambition to save the heroine, after knowing the bad news, Mu Sheng just wanted to run away overnight.
Later, the disciples of the Tianyan Sect found out that the junior sister from the outer sect who loved to practice swords the most no longer practiced swords, and volunteered to take care of Lingtian.

The lost ancient spiritual plants and the hard-to-serve high-level elixir filled the spiritual field in a mess.
Mu Sheng originally thought that he could avoid the plot in this way, and be her salty fish with peace of mind, but he didn’t expect that he could make a name for himself by farming any land.

Zhuang Yuyanxiang, the suzerain of Taiyi sect, has a car and a BMW, and his aura is obvious.
——”Give me Lingjiang Grass, and I will accept you as a personal disciple.”
Mu Sheng: “It’s good to be alone.”
Xia Yingying, the princess of the demon clan, stepped on the demon dragon, pampering and unrestrained.
—— “Please get out of here.”
Mu Sheng: “Okay, I will pay the travel expenses.”
Ye Xingyao, the young master of Tianjimen, was in a state of desperation, his white clothes stained with blood.
——”You save my life, and I will make a divination table for you and calculate the secrets of heaven.”
Mu Sheng: “I’m an atheist, I don’t believe in fate.”
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She really just wants to be a salted fish, grow crops, make alchemy, and raise furry. She doesn’t want to face all the heroines!

Content tags: Xianxia Cultivation Wearing Books Upgrade Flow
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- Description from novelbuddy

In the Interstellar era where the strong are king, soft and cute species are almost all extinct.

Tu Mianmian, who crossed over, was given a ruthless Duke husband, a husband who could destroy Mechas in minutes.

As a lop-eared rabbit who had just refined his human shape, he felt weak, pitiful and helpless.

So, he resolutely ran into the entertainment circle, relying on his sky-defying appearance to garner large amounts of fans from interstellar society, including his own gong/husband.

It was night, and the Duke who was going to improve the relationship between husband and wife walked to the door and saw a fluffy lop-eared rabbit lying on the sofa…

When Tu Mianmian found himself sleeping beside his gong with his rabbit body stretched out, he scared himself. Sitting up in shock and dazed, he unconsciously stomped the Duke’s mouth. Shivering, he retracted his rabbit paw, but was caught by his gong with a cold face.

Tu Mianmian: …I, I, I am willing to cut off this rabbit’s paw!

Before he could finish speaking, the iron-blooded Lord Duke approached his mouth at the speed of light: Chuu~~ ( ˘ ³ ˘)♥

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Also known as: Modern Alpha dressed as an ancient scumbag
Song Boxue woke up and read an ancient sadomasochistic text.
The original hostess disguised herself as a man and cheated money and sex. She was the cannon fodder fiancé of the hostess Jiang Fanyin, and she was a small county magistrate who was corrupt.
When Jiang Fanyin was most helpless, the small magistrate not only ruined Jiang Fanyin’s innocence, but also drove her out without a penny.
Later, Jiang Fanyin was living on the street and was rescued by the male protagonist. With the help of the male protagonist, he regained everything and broke the legs of the small county magistrate.
Song Boxue: “…” Her legs are a little weak.
When she looked up, she saw Jiang Fanyin who was tied up with five flowers.
Is this a plot that has already progressed to the point of destroying people’s innocence?
Song Boxue: ! Let go now.
After letting people go, Song Boxue immediately decided to move, and it was best to stay away from Jiang Fanyin.
Run quickly, if you run slowly, your legs will not be protected!
Unexpectedly, the fever period came suddenly…
In a trance, she smelled the faint tea fragrance, fresh and sultry.
When he woke up, Song Boxue looked at Jiang Fanyin, whose neck was covered with red marks! ! Can I still save my legs when I run now?
small theater~~
Song Boxue: This official is ill, and his illness is not serious.
Jiang Fanyin: Oh, if you are ill, quickly treat it.
Song Boxue: I want to kiss you when I get sick.
Jiang Fanyin: Oh, continue to be sick.

1. A has no extra organs and has a child.
2. The writing is white, slow and sweet.
3. There are many private settings, which are purely fictitious.
Finally: Thank you for your support, hold tight, and turn around~

Content tags: travel through time and space, wear a book, disguise as a man, ancient history, main attack
Search keywords: protagonist: Song Boxue, Jiang Fanyin ┃ supporting role: not yet ┃ others:

- Description from novelbuddy

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.