MTL - The Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron - Chapter 18 Cover pressure 1 generation

“Please... give me a baby.”His eyes cut like sharp blades: “Even if it's with your husband's own brother?”I nod, trembling.To save my dying husband, I would cross any line.What started as a deal spun out of control in the darkness.“Look at me,” he grips my chin. “What are you craving?”I shake my head, biting my lip as tears fall.“You want this...” his lips brush mine, “you want me.”

【Do you believe in God? 】

【YES/NO? 】

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Some people choose YES, and some people choose NO accidentally.

Some people are alive, and some people are always whipped.

Some people see blood, and some people can stretch and shrink.

Some people have amazing special effects, while others are used to lurking in the shadows.

that day.

When Irin thought she had traveled through time and space and went back to the past, she found that everything was – zizi – zizi.

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“I’m reborn, I’m stronger, I’m not bald.”

“There is no natural disaster on your plane, but when I come, there are all natural disasters on your head.”

So, God walked by the road, and disasters came from heaven.

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[Note 1: This book is not a fan of the stars]

[Note 2: Chapter 44 of this book begins to take off, it is recommended to take it patiently]

[Note 3: The high order exceeds 10,000, there is always a reason]

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Jian rue gazed back at the ugly gray alien while stumbling and running. he clumsily tossed a stone at it “Fuck just leave me alone!!!”Suddenly a warm pair of hand grabbed his waist and tossed him over a study shoulder.“Xing yu!! let me down! you fucker!!!”The said man chuckled and playfully smacked his butt. “Honey, I'm saving your life~”“I had it under control. Now, let me go!” Jian rue bit his shoulders hard until the sweet taste of blood filled his mouth.“Hiss.. baby, you're making me hard~”Jian rue froze. “W-why are you following me! why me..”Xing yu stopped running, and with a swing of his sword, the ugly tentacle alien was slayed. He gentnly pulled him down and hugged him close. Peering into his eyes, he smirked, “Because you are my betrothed,”

To be is to have a soul. The soul begets a will. Wills accumulate into mysterious psychic forces, weaving secret domains within the fabric of reality.