Nine Yang Sword Saint - Chapter 13 - Betrothing Yanyan to you, agree?

“Legend had it that in the deepest part of the oldest galaxy, there was a door as red as blood and fire.

Legends and myths, darkness and light, countless stories passed through this old door.

The Door of Constellation that overlooked everything would warn the sky and earth, sending darkness back to where it belonged.”

Waking from his sleep, Yue Feng found himself the owner of a fishing gear store on the brink of bankruptcy, and his time travel had landed him a rather “awkward” career as well as a system to assist him,From then on, the small town had a fishing gear store that wasn’t large in scale but had quite the reputation,With the blessing of the system (cheat), Yue Feng started livestreaming and playing the internet celebrity game to great success.Traditional fishing? Yue Feng played with the Seven-star float in the weed beds so divinely.Sitting platform fishing? He was the contestant who ascended to the rank of Special Level Competitive Fishing Master at the speed of light.Lure fishing? To him, catching a kilogram-class tarpon was just a beginner's move, and even meter-long silver dragons were nothing more than a dish on the table. Dream Fish Species were like picking things out of his pocket.Deep-sea fishing? He held the world record for the heaviest single-tail bluefin spearfish.There aren’t many sports in this world that can make a weathered adult as happy as a child, and fishing is definitely one of them. Let us witness the rise of a fishing god who achieved the pinnacle by fishing (cheating)!

For more R-18 lewd and depravities check out my Patreon https://www.patreon.com/YuujiEveryleafAn old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.1st place winner of ScribbleHub's Metus Writing Contest.

[sweet, pampering][strong FL, 1v1]He was an absolute noble, decisive and cold-hearted, yet he was persistently entwined with her, doting incessantly.The first time they met, he questioned, “Six years ago, was it you?”The second time they met, he was holding a paternity test, “You still dare to say your son isn't mine?”The nth time they met, she finally lost her patience, “Sir, will you ever give it a rest?”The man lifted the corners of his mouth, smiling with a deep and enchanting charm, “Not before our second child is born.”