The Time-Stop Breeding Uncle Want's to Retire - Chapter 117

Suddenly being thrown into the world of the novel and possessing a pretty much fucked up character made him have no choice but to continue his life as a new identity.

And just like any sane person that transmigrated into a book, of course, he would destroy every red flag that stood in his way.

Yet, unbeknownst to him, every single thing he did was just wrecking the storyline more and even more; to the point that the plot had become utterly screwed, thanks to him.

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Chen Yuan, a government official in Ping’an County, came across, with an altar of luck hidden in his mind.

As long as you sacrifice luck, you can get the guidance of heavenly secrets, supernatural powers, exercises, sorcery, treasures of heaven and earth…

There are immortals, Buddhas, and demons in this world, as high as temples and as far away as rivers and lakes.

There are three thousand sword immortals who control the sword in the sky, there are Buddhist arhats holding the sky with one finger, and there are rivers and lakes…

It was the worst of times, and it was the best of times.

My name is Chen Yuan, from the abyss!

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Killing decisively, there is already a 2 million word old book “Martial Arts Beginning from Bandits” Welcome to read

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In the middle of the night, looking at the woman in his embrace, he smiled devilishly, “With your discontentment, do you want me to continue?”

Molitia Clemence was born sickly.

She forgot to cover herself with a blanket and caught a cold. She woke up next to her husband after 10 days just because of a slight cold.

Molitia barely survived between the thin threads of life and death. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that her husband was somehow acting differently than usual…?!

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“Have you eaten?” (Husband)

“Yes.” (Molitia)

“This is the belly of a person who ate?” (Husband)

He frowned as he stroked her flat lower abdomen. He held her wrist carefully, as if it would break. His voice rose.

“Why is your wrist so thin? Are you even human?” (Husband)

“That’s…” (Molitia)

“Butler!” (Husband)

The butler rushed to his angry voice, fidgeting with his wrists.

“Get me food for my wife to eat. Something that will help her stay healthy. Anything is fine.” (Husband)

Molitia’s mouth opened at her husband’s words, but no sound came out. ‘I just had a meal?’