The God's Games - Chapter 194: Chupa Chups (Part 2)

18 years ago, she was a little rogue that had been pampered by him; 18 years later, he had reformed her into a little lamb. Boss Shen’s greatest pride was that he had successfully tamed a wild kitten into an obedient house cat.

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When Ren Sheng is being hunted, in order to not fall into the hands of his enemies he decides to jump into the crack of space and time. Unexpectedly, he crossed into the future and was forced to substitute as a bride while he was still in a coma.

When he wakes up, he actually has a husband… Ren Sheng is extremely satisfied.

Such a delicious nourishment, this is his first time seeing it! Really want to root up ah ah ah!

As a result Lord Marshal, who was sick in bed, had a “little wife” who has been touching him all day and drooling over him.

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Coming from the modern era, she was sent to a strange world. The body she possessed previously belonged to a young woman whose family was thrown away by their clan. However with the “Dan Fu Zong”, the inheritance from her old world, she steps on the path of cultivation, hoping to one day become an immortal.

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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.