MTL - Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’ - Chapter 744 Entering the city, Yan Xiaobei

Under the starry sky, all races compete for the front.

The human youth Ye Huan has mutated eyes.

Don’t forget, it’s just basic exercises.

Martial arts, just watch it once.

If you read the exercises once, you are cultivating.

The medicinal pill came out after watching the refining process, and it could be optimized.

Yuanguo, Yuancao, the year has increased at a glance.

Ten thousand clan exercises and secret skills, just looking at them, they become human clan exercises and secret skills.

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Under the starry sky, Ye Huan convinces all the tribes.

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[Trigger Warning: This dark fantasy romance contains mature themes.]---BLURB:IN A WOLD OF FORBIDDEN LOVE AND HIDDEN TRUTHS, ONE WOMAN'S DESTINY WILL CHANGE EVERYTHING.Ovelia’s life is shattered when she is sacrificed by her family to secure peace between humans and werewolves. Bound to Ace, the future Alpha King, she enters a marriage built on duty, not love. But when Ace’s wolf chooses her as his mate, their fates become intertwined in ways neither could have predicted.As Ovelia navigates the treacherous world of werewolf royalty, she faces betrayal, kidnapping, and the lingering shadow of Ace’s past love. But the greatest danger lies within herself—a secret heritage that could destroy the fragile alliance between werewolves, witches, and elves. When Ovelia’s true identity is revealed, she must flee for her life, only to discover she carries a new hope for the future.With war looming and enemies closing in, Ovelia and Ace must confront their pasts and fight for a love that could unite their fractured world—or tear it apart forever.---

I have clairvoyance, and I can see antique treasures no matter where they are hidden. Is there anything else in the world that I can’t go to?

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When the night came, there was a twittering sound in his ears, and the monster in the shadows began to move restlessly. Jason’s hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn’t help swallow his saliva. Hunger was the best spur.