I Returned to the Day He Brought His First Love Home - Chapter 52: Kill the Chicken to Warn the Monkey, She Is That Chicken

Our straight (?) bottom woke up ten years into the future and found himself on the bed of his childhood friend… At the start, the bottom was shocked to his very bones, but he soon quickly accepted this premise and found the whole situation to be rather amusing. Precisely then, the bottom once again went back to his timeline — back to when he and the top were just platonic childhood friends.

Strong? Handsome? Savage? Badass?It's all about the intelligence quotient, my friend.————PS: Mutation shouldn't be mistaken for enlightenment.

“Shameless Xia Ping, not only did you steal my martial arts manual and medicinal pills, you even took my fiancée! We’re not finished!”

“He’s the embarrassment of the Martial Way and a parasite of the human race. A complete scumbag.”

“There’s nothing that he won’t do. Not only would he not help an old person cross the road, he would even steal the lollipop of a three year old.”

“He causes problems everywhere. All of the geniuses of those big families have been beaten up by him before. Now, he’s no longer tolerated by either humans or gods!”

Countless martial arts experts of Yanhuang Star hated Xia Ping down to the very bone. They were just itching to completely crush him into pieces.

As for Xia Ping? Facing the hatred of so many people, he just calmly pulled up the interface of the “Grand Hatred System” and looked at all the wonderful things there. He rubbed his chin, “I’ve already saved up so many Hatred Points. What should I exchange for now? Saint-grade medicinal pills? Or perhaps that Primordial Pill? The peerless martial art skill, Tathagata Palm also seems pretty good too. But then there’s that divine weapon, the Cosmic Cauldron. It really is too difficult to choose!”

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Once, Mu Anhan walked out on the man who loved her to madness—only to die and discover the price.Reborn, she clings to Gu Xiaozhan’s sleeve and whispers, “One more baby?”The tabloids sneer: “She’s nothing but a baby-maker, soon to be dumped.”Then her masks fall—perfume empress, top hacker, miracle doctor, AI genius, design prodigy.Now Nobel laureates queue at her gate.At night she curls in his arms, red lips teasing.Gu Xiaozhan lifts an eyebrow, voice low and scalding: “Ready for round three?”