Godly Farmer Doctor: Arrogant Husband, Can't Afford To Offend! - Chapter 1195: Cant love her

As a great swordsman who had reached the top level of 999, Lin Feng was hailed as the best swordsman cultivator that the World of the Nine Continents had seen in a thousand years. His sword techniques were exceptional and exquisite.

However, just as he was about to able to enjoy a leisure life, he welcomed another transmigration.

This time, he had transmigrated into a female-dominated world. Women were responsible for providing for the family while men just had to look pretty.

On his first day of school, Lin Feng received confessions from two rich, beautiful, and wealthy girls. The first even promised him a comfortable life as long as he obeys her.

A max-level swordsman in his previous life, Lin Feng would never allow himself to depend on a girl. Thus, he set out on his cultivation journey once again. He would forge a world for men in this matriarchal society.

Getting abandoned after a revolution is this game’s ending, so why should I do it?Do your own revolution. I’ll live my own life.

Su Bai, who entered the horror game, obtained all-professional talents, which could light up the underworld professions.

Ghost teacher, ghost doctor, ghost psychologist, ghost painter, ghost massage therapist…

“Miss, please get dressed, I’m your teacher, don’t be shy.”

In the vampire castle, Su Bai said solemnly to a vampire girl.

“Beauty, please don’t worry, the doctor’s eyes don’t distinguish between men and women.”

In the Necronomicon Hospital, Su Bai, who was doing a gynecological examination to a glamorous female zombie, said solemnly.

“Madam, please respect my profession, I am a painter, I only sell my art, not my body…”

In the Devil’s Manor, Su Bai had some headaches. No matter what profession he chose, his charm value was full.

Even driving a taxi is molested by female ghosts.

Can you still play the game? …

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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!”