The Return of the Noble Abandoned Consort - Chapter 2

“Don’t touch there, it’s dirty…” Su Yanyun flushes. The man smiles slightly and wipes the mud stains on her feet.

“My baby, it’s not dirty.”

Overnight, Young Master Yi changes from being a clean freak who is unable to even get close to his relatives to being desensitized and doting on this little woman of unknown origins.

“Hubby, the baby in my belly is calling you!”

Even if he has to cross half of Earth, Young Master Yi would still fly back overnight.

“Boohoo, Hubby, they called the baby a bastard!”

Capture all the scums who spread this rumor!

“Hubby, I want to bring our baby on a trip!”

Young Master Yi: “Don’t forget to bring your luggage.”

“Which one?”

“Me.”

Jiang Chen accidentally traveled through and started his comprehensive journey.

The world is tentatively scheduled: Naruto – Attack on Titan – Blade of Demon Slayer – Sword Art Online – Detective Conan, etc.

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In the Naruto world, Jiang Chen obtained the apprenticeship ten thousand times return system, as long as he taught his apprentices, he could get a correspondingly high return reward.

As a reward, Jiang Chen taught Hinata the black coffin he brought from the world of the god of death to Hinata.

During the Chunin Exam,

Neji: “Abstain, Hinata, you are not fit to be a ninja.”

Hinata: “I don’t want to run away, Brother Neji, let’s have a showdown! The turbid coat of arms is faintly revealing, and the unruly and arrogant talent… The Ninety of Destruction: The Black Coffin!! !”

Everyone: “You call your brother on the lips, but you actually kill him. This girl is too scary!”

(The introduction is weak, please move to the text~)

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This is a story about the protagonist getting the system, going crazy in the biochemical apocalypse, producing aircraft and tanks, destroying zombies, saving good people and killing bad people.

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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!”