I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them? - Chapter 343 - 200: Xie Tianheng’s Sword Technique, Grateful to Heavenly Man Elder_2

Hiro was your usual Hentai-addicted NEET. One day after his house was robbed and he was killed, he was reincarnated as a lewd worm. join his adventure as he finally realizes his dream! becoming a tentacle that could pleasure women!

A calamity descended, consuming the world in chaos.With their final strength, humanity raised towering walls and built great cities to safeguard the last remnants of life.But now, the calamity stirs once more.This time, humanity will not just defend—they will rise and strike back!Witness the heroes.Follow their example.Become the hero!

Three years ago, Yan Eucalyptus traveled from the world of cultivating immortals to the modern society as a copper money plant that had been refined to perfection.
Not long after she came here, she got married and divorced Qi Yan, a newcomer in the entertainment industry, with a number of children in her belly and a divorce fee of 30 million yuan.
Three years later, her ex-husband, who was popular in the entertainment industry, blocked her in an alley: “I will give you 100 million, and we will remarry.”
Yan Yu:! ! !

One day, Qi Yan came home early and found two three-year-old children squatting in the pool in the backyard, looking at the pool of copper money grass, and making small reports.
Yan Mengmeng: “Mom, I found out that Dad would soak water with lemon slices every day! I’m so scared, will he soak me too one day?”
Yan Kuku: “Mom, Dad likes to eat bitter melon, will he fire me and eat it?”
Copper money grass: “It’s okay, it’s okay, I will run away when my mother gets the money, you two will last for a while, and the younger siblings still need money to germinate.”
Qi Yan:?
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