MTL - Alien Snack Bar - Chapter 86 My last name is often

Travel through the world of pirates and get the red police explosion system, with tens of billions of explosive troops, subvert the world!

He is known as the worst criminal in history. In order to kill the admiral, he sent millions of soldiers. He is known as the world’s worst criminal!

His mind-controlling device can transform the navy: “Five old stars, take a look, in the navy, which one of us has more people?”

His self-explosive soldiers frightened cp0, and his radiation soldiers made the four emperors retreat.

His super-time air soldiers made Tianlong people sleepless, and his super weapons and bullets made the general escape from danger…

“I’m here to give you an ultimatum! You’ve been surrounded by me!” On top of the war, Ren stood alone on the top floor of the Navy Headquarters, watching the two sides fighting and said calmly.

At the same time, a channel was opened behind him, hundreds of millions of mobilized soldiers, magnetic blast infantry, biochemical soldiers, self-explosive soldiers, pilots… tens of millions of prismatic tanks, aircraft cannons, and even super weapons, yes For the superhumans present!

“Wuluoxing, how many teachers do you have?”

(explosive flow)

- Description from novelbuddy

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.

It’s my 100th life!! This life’s genre is fantasy.By the way, am I a prince?My mother was a maid, and my father is a king. However, I’m just a prince who is born with blood from a lowly class.It’s actually good! Yeah! It’s pretty good to me!There are no followers and no right of succession. I mean, people don’t really care about my existence.‘This is a place where you can live easily, right?’

“Don’t touch there, it’s dirty…” Su Yanyun flushes. The man smiles slightly and wipes the mud stains on her feet.

“My baby, it’s not dirty.”

Overnight, Young Master Yi changes from being a clean freak who is unable to even get close to his relatives to being desensitized and doting on this little woman of unknown origins.

“Hubby, the baby in my belly is calling you!”

Even if he has to cross half of Earth, Young Master Yi would still fly back overnight.

“Boohoo, Hubby, they called the baby a bastard!”

Capture all the scums who spread this rumor!

“Hubby, I want to bring our baby on a trip!”

Young Master Yi: “Don’t forget to bring your luggage.”

“Which one?”

“Me.”