MTL - Eight-year-old Princess: Phoenix Reborn - Chapter 611 Laughter

Xu Feng transmigrated into the cultivation world with only one useless cheat.When he was born, the Golden Armored Spirit Turtle had just hatched, and according to the family tradition, it was bestowed upon him as his companion spiritual beast.Thinking that the Golden Armored Spirit Turtle had an extraordinary bloodline, he believed it would become a great companion in the future.However, to his surprise, it took twenty years for it to reach the Qi-Refining stage.So Xu Feng gave up all his expectations. He decided to keep nurturing it. If he failed, he could just pass it on to future generations.Unexpectedly...A colossal golden turtle, as vast as the entire world, lay across the shattered land.Looking at the devastated world, Xu Feng harshly tapped the head of the golden turtle.“Try to be more gentle next time!”

Leaving a normal life is boring, but I was happy with what I had.

Even when I spent most of my life in regret and misery, I lived because I had someone that I loved dearly.

And that said someone took my life...

But fate had different plans for me...

As if death wasn't enough for me.

As if the gods were mocking me.

I got reincarnated into a hardcore romance game that I used to play.

That too when the prequel game that I played the most ended twenty-five years ago.

A game where death is everyone's mistress.

A game that people either liked or hated too much.

Now reincarnated into the body of the Villainess's son.

I became someone that I hated the most...

“Hahaha...”

I laughed at my own misery.

As if that too wasn't enough, I also became the slave of someone else's desires.

Now, one might say a mother is a mother even if the world sees her as a Villainess.

But what if your mother is the very incarnation of evil?

That your mother is the hurdle that you have to overcome?

What if your mother is the very reason you might die?

Gentleness and love are the last things one could expect from her.

“Hahaha...”

Again, a hollow laugh escaped my lips as the realization dawned on me.

That I have been...

Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son...

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