MTL - LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here! - Chapter 749 Do you have a movie, the emperor? 46

Lin Bei had transmigrated, and into the world of a game.Looking at the panel before him, he realized his 'cheat' had arrived.Name: Lance HamletOccupation: Otherworldly Retainer[Ancient Bloodline]: The blood flowing through your veins grants you inspiration far beyond that of ordinary people....“So, my name is Lance now, huh?”In a story with a Cthulhu Mythos backdrop, having too high a level of inspiration was not a good thing.However, all this had to be set aside for now. His top priority was to figure out how to survive in this world...

A tribulation lightning strike allowed her to be reborn with a mutated space. Parents are deceased, but not to worry, she has an agricultural expert grandfather. People bully her, but that's no problem, as she is a cultivator. The space is barren except for a single broken sapling that only consumes precious metals. The sapling indignantly asked: Others eat grass and give milk, what about you? The little immortal sapling spat and said: Here, remember to exchange it for some RMB.

After a night of indulgence, An Ge became pregnant with the powerful and influential Mr. Huo's child.During the pregnancy, the powerful man frequently drew her blood.In order to save her life and protect the child in her womb, she shocked everyone by saying, “Mr. Huo, I'm carrying your child!”The man sneered, “Are you trying to blackmail me or do you wish to die? If so, I'll grant your wish!”Disheartened, she faked her death and fled with the child.Later, that man, who was always cold and harsh to her, knelt before her grave for three days and nights.Later still, word somehow got out that she faked her death, and he became enraged, locking down the globe in a frenzy to find her.Finally, one day, he cornered her at a wedding, furiously roaring, “You can't marry him, I'm the real father of the child!”An Ge squinted and smiled slightly, “Sorry, who are you?”In the time that followed, he humbled himself into the dust, every night kneeling in front of her bed, begging, “Miss An, please marry me.”