MTL - Gou Zai Xianwu Marries a Wife and Lives Long - Chapter 129 All the forces gather together just to hug their thighs

The ambiguous scientist was accidentally transported to the Star Alliance era 400 million years later.
It is a depressing discovery that even if he is a tough guy with a height of 180 muscles and Q bombs, in the era when all human beings have evolved into semi-rock bodies, he can only be regarded as a soft body with 70% water! Chinese! Paper!
Nani? ! ! With 30% moisture, it is already a rare propagule? !
That 70%…
After becoming the lovable pet of the first interstellar god of war, Doubi Shou struggled every day to maintain his integrity…
Funny than straight men are attacked by vs ghosts and animals

Note: 1. Everything in this article is overhead, and it is also overhead before the male protagonist crosses, and cannot withstand any research.
2. This article is 1v1, he, attacking and receiving Shuangjie, involving childbirth, please be careful.
3. Re-emphasize the attributes of attack and suffer

Content Labels: Strong Future Overhead Mecha
Search keywords: Protagonist: Wu Bu ┃ Supporting role: Luo Yankel ┃ Others: 1v1, he, Gongshou Shuangjie, Shou is a straight man

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Hollywood has summed up a lot of formulas… What movie will be successful?

But there are always big box office hits that fit the formula,

Ronald Lee travels back to Hollywood in the 1980s,

Can he discover the secret to the movie’s success?

Because he can dream about movie clips he saw in his previous life…

He is good at making high-box-office movies, and he is also good at getting actors to win awards.

Brought Ronald many friends, enemies, and confidantes…

Please let the author take you to relive the 80s of breakdance, afro, and high shoulder pads

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Alzi had a promising future. At seventeen, the Goddesses blessed her with a life affinity—a rarity for commoners in a small village; a few days before the class-choosing ceremony, her Mother gets sick. After using her little mana to keep her alive, she runs to the capital to find a true healer. With no money, she sells herself into slavery for a decade. The decade is almost up, but she has been turned into a broodmare for the nobles and faces a sale to keep her enslavement going.

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.