I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents - Chapter 209: The Last Hope Of The Ruined

Witnessing her boyfriend cheating on her with her bestie, Shiyao was so angry that she went to a pub for fun and met a man, who was really a piece of work. After a crazy night she fled away, but was embarrassed to know that the man she slept with was her boss You Ze.
Jesus, give her a break!

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[ Warning; Mature Content, Impregnation ]Wise Daosit! Are you in search of Mature Dao to seek some mother-love enlightenment?Then, say no more, This Humble Primordial Saint lord has bought just that.This is another cultivation novel with dual cultivation and explicit sexual scenes... And trust this senior, you will truly love it.If you don't love it, then you are free to review it one star as I don't delete any negative reviews....Synopsis:Xian Tian, a humble adolescent male raised in an island-forest by animals leaves the island when it is time to cultivate in the outside world.However, being a male in hyper peak adolescent phase and having not been in contact with women for a long time... He was attracted to every woman, especially those with big boobs, and wide hip.His natural instinct kick in... A body that is capable and ready for childbirth, he couldn't wait to plant his seeds in their womb.However, being born with heavenly body and a rare bloodline with a naive nature, he was easily taken advantage of...Can he overcome everything and have a milf harem?

A young juvenile’s dantian was sealed since childhood. He can learn all elementary laws and master all martial art techniques. Various Kings strive to reach the heavens, new warlords rise together simultaneously, great races stand with thousands of numbers. From the moment that youth awakens, Everyone will shiver in his presence…….Humans unfair to ME, millions of corpses on the ground.

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.