MTL - Top Quality Beauty Cultivation System - Chapter 371 Three girls are sleeping in my room.

She was born into a wealthy family but was abandoned because of her ugly appearance.In the eyes of her family, she was worthless,In the eyes of outsiders, she was just an unloved, uncared-for abandoned girl,No one knew that the legendary healer who could mend bones and revive the dead was her,The queen of the business underworld was her,The famous racing car god in the racing world was also her...He, the heir to the most prominent family in the capital, had wealth, power, and looks.But his true strength was far more astonishing than what the world saw.Yet, he was inexplicably enchanted by her, and his eyes and heart were filled only with her presence.Moment:Qin Yu Shen propped his chin with one hand, his handsome eyebrows slightly furrowed, staring at Song Yan Ning in front of him.“Why do you look unhappy?” Song Yan Ning lifted her lips, reaching out to gently soothe Qin Yu Shen's brows, smoothing the worries between them.Qin Yu Shen took hold of Song Yan Ning's hand, gazing into her deep eyes where a hint of grievance lingered, “Can you return to your original appearance?”Song Yan Ning raised her eyebrows in surprise, “Don't I look good now?”Qin Yu Shen leaned in slightly closer, nuzzling her delicate nose with his well-defined nose, his magnetic voice soft and enchanting, “Beautiful! So beautiful that I want to hide you away...” No matter if she is ugly or beautiful, he wants her all to himself.The male protagonist in this story is extremely devoted to his wife, a double clean double strong theme, dear readers, please add this to your collection!

The ancient Buddha's head was stolen by a monster with a human body and a sheep's head.The Ghost buried an eye in the Buddha's temple, and from then on, the world's fire was extinguished, and darkness engulfed the continent.To combat the Ghost' invasion, the gods of day and night were born between heaven and earth.This is a narrative passed down for generations by storytellers.What was the true nature of the ancient Buddha, the Ghost, and the wandering gods of day and night on the once great continent?Perhaps, traces can be found in a troupe named 'Zhou Family Troupe.'The Zhou Family Troupe,is a troupe that performs operas specifically for the dead...

“Strip.”The command was sharp, laced with authority, cutting through the silence like the crack of a whip.The deep timbre of Dimitri's voice sent a shiver down the spines of the gathered women. They had learned quickly in the past two days, obedience meant survival. At his order, they bowed their heads, hands trembling as they peeled away the thin, tattered fabric that barely shielded them from humiliation.But one of them did not move. She stood frozen in place promting Dimitri's eyes narrow._________Born in a world of deception, Princess Sorayah Drakon was forced to live as a prince, hiding her gender and her unique gifts. She can heal wounds, command the elements, disguise as someone else or animals, manipulate dreams, creates powerful illusions, and ability to wield strength no other human possesses.Feeling trapped, she sheds her false identity under the cover of night to dress as a woman. One fateful night, during one of these secret escapades, she met Lupien Nightshade, the crown prince of the werewolves! It was love at first sight.But love soon turns into tragedy when Lupien kills her father, throwing the human kingdom into chaos. Humans were captured as slaves and Sorayah became one of them.She swore revenge, wanting to get close to Lupien to kill him but before she could, she was claimed by Dimitri Nightshade, Lupien's uncle! When she realized their interests aligned, Sorayah sought to gain his trust and use him as a weapon.Two enemies. One kingdom. A shared thirst for destruction.But there was something else.Something Sorayah hadn't planned for.Dimitri Nightshade was irresistible.She hated him so much she wanted to carve his heart out with her bare hands but she couldn't deny the way he made her burn with passion.Will Soraya be able to bend him to her will?Or will she be trapped in his claws forever?

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…