MTL - The Correct Way of Face-Slapping in Transmigration - Chapter 170 9.12 Order of the Face

The idiot Long Gen pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, takes advantage of the girls in the village, travels across the countryside and forests, monopolizes the beauty and coquettishness, and achieves the legend of “Dragon Gen”. There is a widow in front of the door leaning on the door to watch, and a sister-in-law next door looking through the screen window… This book is determined to be a stallion, with the goal of pushing down and being pushed.

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After rebirth, Liu Jian exposed his hidden nature and squandered his youth recklessly.

“I will invest in any company I like, and I will get my hands on any woman I like.”

He is not a gentleman, and in order to achieve his goal, he will resort to tricks and schemes, and he will get revenge. Like a nouveau riche, wearing a big gold necklace, driving a sports car, and vigorously chasing women.

When he grew into a towering tree, he realized that he had unknowingly changed the world, and the woman under him already had a strengthened platoon!

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In 2036, humankind steps foot on Mars for the first time.

Molitia Clemence was born sickly.

She forgot to cover herself with a blanket and caught a cold. She woke up next to her husband after 10 days just because of a slight cold.

Molitia barely survived between the thin threads of life and death. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that her husband was somehow acting differently than usual…?!

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“Have you eaten?” (Husband)

“Yes.” (Molitia)

“This is the belly of a person who ate?” (Husband)

He frowned as he stroked her flat lower abdomen. He held her wrist carefully, as if it would break. His voice rose.

“Why is your wrist so thin? Are you even human?” (Husband)

“That’s…” (Molitia)

“Butler!” (Husband)

The butler rushed to his angry voice, fidgeting with his wrists.

“Get me food for my wife to eat. Something that will help her stay healthy. Anything is fine.” (Husband)

Molitia’s mouth opened at her husband’s words, but no sound came out. ‘I just had a meal?’