Harem God- Dimensional Motel System - Chapter 65: Interactions With The Night Part 24

He is an extremely wealthy empire president who is obsessed with his wife and loves to pamper her.

One day, the bodyguard came to report: “Master, the young lady has gone after her fiancé!”

“Master, the young lady confessed her love live worldwide!”

“Switch the photo and name to mine!”

“Master, madam, go to the hospital to have the child aborted!”

The handsome and noble man was furious, “Get the young lady back to me so that I can serve her well! Stop, I will catch you myself!” [After Marriage]

Su Fu glared at her extremely possessive husband: “Get a divorce, we can’t survive this life!” Shangguan Ling smiled coldly: “It’s just that, whoever you don’t leave is your grandson! I will give you the property and the little buns, and I will give you the property.” Here you go! Wherever you go I will go too!” (Nuan Chong)

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“Wait, someone might see.” Charlton said, recalling the glass window.

Avo was born to destroy New Vultun. In a twist of fate, he’ll become its only hope for salvation. The gods were the enemy. The slaver. The chains. With dreams of paradise, humanity slaughtered them and stole their powers, opening the path to become more – to ascend. Instead, they nearly destroyed the world. Vast hive cities serve as the final bastions against the crumbling of reality. New Vultun is the greatest of them all, and within its borders, ascenders wage war to determine the laws of existence itself. The world descends ever deeper into ruination. Avo was born a weapon, a slave to his instincts and his masters. He and his brothers were made to burn New Vultun to ashes. Everything changes when Avo gains immortality and becomes heir to an impossible legacy. He must ascend the megacity of New Vultun. He must challenge the very tyrants that usurped the gods. He must finally free the world from chains.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.