As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life - Chapter 705 - 236: The Demon Ape Shatters the Illusions with One Strike to Heaven, the Divine Talisman Creates Clouds to Suppress the Explosive You Liqing [Seeking Monthly Ticket]_2

Zhou Yan was a prodigy son to the once infamous genius.Despite being the son to an extremely skilled and talented father, he was born untalented and crude.It seemed that no matter how hard he had struggled, he would end up disappointing everyone who had high hopes for him.However, something unexpected happened to him on one fateful evening of his arduous training—he had inherited the will and knowledge of a mysterious old sage.Through that encounter, his skill and powers improved by several folds.Follow our main protagonist in his exciting journey to become who he was meant to be!

“You don’t want to learn math and you don’t want to learn English, so what do you want to learn?”

“Do you teach anything I want to learn?”

“Crap, otherwise why would I come to teach you as a home tutor.”

“I want to learn how to kiss.”

“……”

I originally thought that when I was going to tutor i was going to meet a little puppy, I didn’t expect it to be a little wolf dog.

Later, Yu Wan looked at Han Ye seriously: “Sorry, I have never considered finding a boyfriend younger than me.”

“Even if he’s an hour younger than you? ”

“A minute younger!”

Han Ye also thought about it, and the handsome boy approached her with a smirk. “Then you should start thinking about it now…”

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She is one of the best thieves that the world has seen in the 24th century. However, not even in her wildest dreams had she imagine that she’d be reincarnated as a good-for-nothing orphaned Seventh Miss of the Vermilion Bird Family. She finds herself stuck in a family that mistreats her, as well as an unfamiliar place with no support system.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”