MTL - I am a Big Villain - Chapter 257 Metamorphosis Factory 8

Zhang Qiu is an archaeology undergraduate. One month ago, he went to Qinling Mountains with a group of archaeologist doctorate students led by Prof. Fang, to study the newly discovered ancient tomb. While the people were excited to open the tomb, Zhang Qiu was pushed back, and accidentally fell into an opening. Before he fainted, he saw a pair of red eyes staring at him. When woke up, he discovered that he was deflowered! QAQ he remembered the deeds and often dreamed of it.

Later, he was having symptoms of a pregnant woman.

After coming back to his hometown, his dad confirmed his fears. Both father and son went to seek help from his dad’s older brother, who ZQ had never met. Who would have thought, Zhang Baba had a dark past and ZQ also found out his Zhang Family was not an ordinary family at all.

While being kidnapped and tomb raiding, ZQ fell for a man with long hair, who always took care of him. This is where he discovered he was BENT! Can’t resist beauty!

Their adventures were filled with new discoveries, new villain, new member and new son!

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What would you do if you could shuttle the plane?

Gao Linhao got an artifact that can shuttle the plane, so he reached the pinnacle of life, and became an existence beyond everything, just suffering from the unrecognizable planes that Lin Hao had given to evil!

Ji Linhao said, “I want to change as long as it makes me unhappy!”

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Chen Minhao found himself transmigrated to a parallel world in China, and he even became an idol trainee. By virtue of his efforts in mastering his IQ, EQ, and his looks as his weapons, he became a celebrity with a huge fan base step by step, and ultimately became a global superstar that conquered the both the fields of acting and singing.

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The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”