MTL - Cub Keeper - Chapter 711 Extra Story: Raising Natural Enemies (Part 2)

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!

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“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

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