MTL - Pirates of the Dead - Chapter 429 The strongest throne in the world

The horror game has descended upon the world!Those chosen must risk their lives to control spirits and become spirit tamers to have a chance at survival!However, Lin Yu has awakened the “Divine System,” granting him access to the underworld currency that can be used in the ghost realm!His amount of underworld currency is in the hundreds of millions or even trillions… almost infinite!Therefore, while other players cautiously approach the spirits, trying to please them,Lin Yu’s situation is completely different,Relying solely on the underworld currency in his hands!A seductive ghost secretary is helping him manage affairs in the ghost realm,A cute and beautiful ghost director is pestering him for a business deal,And a fierce and powerful ghost chef is constantly cooking for him in various ways…As he looks at one powerful spirit after another submitting to him,And glances at the other players struggling to survive in the dungeons!Lin Yu sighs!“This horror game…”

God gave me one more chance and finally came back after four hundred years.

As soon as I realized I returned, I decided that ‘no one should have pride.’

My goal was to destroy the country. So, I grew up with a genius prince who lived in hiding before returning.
He took up the empire for me and I left him for him to achieve his goal.

‘I came to pick you up Charlize Ronan.’ Dylan, who became a perfect tyrant after a few years, found me after searching all over the continent.

‘Why did you flee and run away?’

Also known as: It turns out that I am a double cultivation grass *#*

Xizhou has become a grass in the cultivation world.
The grass is an ordinary dreaming grass. What is unusual is that the owner of this medicine field is a fairy-like and jade-colored senior sister.

Xizhou originally thought that the grass was stable, but who would have expected the elder sister to be plotted, her cultivation base would be destroyed, and her life would not be long.
At the moment of life and death, Xi Zhou accidentally fell into her dream…

After waking up from the dream, Senior Sister’s cultivation has recovered.
Disciples: Can this be restored? How did you do it?
Sister:–
(Can she say that being with a woman in a dream is indescribable)

From now on…
The elder sister was seriously injured, and Xizhou fell into a dream.
The elder sister’s inner alchemy is broken, and Xizhou falls into a dream
Senior Sister is pregnant, Xi Zhou… dumbfounded *#*

small theater
Senior Sister: Can you change the way you treat?
Xizhou: I don’t want to either, do you think I’m willing to do it?
Senior Sister: Shameless!
Xizhou: “…”

1. Have a child, first in harmony and then in love.
2. It is not a large fantasy, and there are many private settings.
3. It is purely fictitious, and the writing is white.
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Content Labels: Soul Transformation Xianxia Cultivation Sweet Text

Search keywords: protagonists: Xi Zhou, Zhai Wangyou ┃ supporting roles: countless ┃ others: sweet text

- Description from novelbuddy

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”