MTL - What Should I Do if the School Bully is Interested in Me - Chapter 28 Really terrible

My daughters started regressing out of nowhere, stirring up a storm because they missed their mother.…But I haven’t even married yet, let alone have any daughters!?

Demon pets, demon soldiers, and demon warriors.

In this bizarre world where everything can be a partner, Du Yu looked at Qian Zhihe with wings flapping in his palm, and couldn’t help falling into deep thought.

Did she just say…she is from the Golden Crow?

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Easy and funny, welcome to the pit.

The works “Nine Stars Poisonous Milk” and “The Lord of Nine Stars” have been completed, and you are welcome to read them.

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The number one bachelor of the city, Qin Nanyu, has a mini-me son who's a prodigy. They hate each other.Qin Nanyu's biggest wish is to have an adorable daughter.One day, his wish suddenly became true --“Baba, can I be a model and make money?” The money-obsessed little princess asked.“Of course.”“Baba, can I go on TV shows and make money?”“Of course.”“Baba, can I sell you for money?”Qin Nanyu: “...”Baby, if I gave you all of my money, can you sell your mom to me?One sentence synopsis: Boy-girl twins... one plus one. Read on to see how the alpha billionaire pampers his wife and kids!

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.