The Villainess Is Shy In Receiving Affection - Chapter 45

This is an Isekai styled story, written from the point of view of the protagonist.

Discover the secret of the new, unknown world with Peter, as he sets his first steps in an empty, ruined city. Meet new people from all around the globe. Fight, laugh, and cry.

Yuan Ye and film emperor Fang Shaoyi were married for ten years. After a stamp from the Ministry of Civil Affairs, they got divorced and their red booklets became green booklets. Back when they had gotten married, they had proudly announced the news to the whole world. After their divorce, though, neither dared to speak up, determined to hide this development.

This book is also known as “I Eat Soul Beasts Raw”, “I’m Really Not Twin Martial Souls”, “Suck! The Blue Silver Emperor smells so good” “Tang San, I’m really sorry! “” Tang San, this is how the blue silver grass is used! “…

Each soul master level can only absorb one soul ring?

Find an ultra-small soul beast, can it still run if it eats the soul ring directly?

Mo Bai, who has a modern mindset, never thought that he would become a foodie one day.

But… really fragrant, especially the blue silver grass guarded by Tang Hao, really fragrant!

There is no twin martial soul, and there is no need for a master to teach.

The hunting of soul rings does not depend on the age, let alone the accompanying soul skills, but only on what kind of evolution the absorbed soul ring can bring to the martial soul itself!

Mo Bai, who also awakened the blue silver grass spirit, told Tang San with the facts, the blue silver grass spirit is not what you use!

ps: There is already a finished copy of the boutique Douluo “The Douluo from Blowing Up the Soul Ring”

Friendly reminder: This book is not an opening flow, and it is not the beginning to eat the Blue Silver Emperor!

- Description from novelbuddy

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”