MTL - Everyone Thinks That the Fake Daughter Has Deep Problems - Chapter 134 picking the moon

I banished the protagonist.

Shit. If only I had transmigrated a short while before.

Han Yang never thought he would one day sell himself into a marriage with another man. He believed his life would be mundane but that man, named HeLian Qing, broke his pre-planned life. Parental debt, a child’s compensation, he had no chance whatsoever to resist, he has no ability to resist.

[Power System has beautiful Waifus as his spirits.]

[Read for the great plot and a perfect HAREM. There will be SMUT chapters only when required. The protagonist isn't Naive and treats his woman with care.]

[Read only if you want a great plot, sweet romance, a perfect harem, and good smut without any forced development.]

[Story would make sense as you progress I have avoided info dump and explained in a natural way to answer each question through the characters.]

*Ding!*

[Dual Cultivation System installed]

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Yue Yan Gets kidnapped by the goddess on his sweet night with his girlfriend. She asks him to help her on a mission against the XieLong temple but he turns her down.

Later, some mysteries reveal their past and Yue Yan agrees to help her in order to meet his Bing'er again who has also been sent to the new world.

When he transmigrates into the body of Meng Long, he finds out he has a special Physique, the Supreme Yang body that stops his growth in Cultivation unless he Dual-Cultivates with a woman.

Yue Yan's new family had mistreated his predecessor Meng Long so he decides to leave the clan to embark on a new path with his beautiful concubine Xue Rou.

Join Yue Yan AKA Meng Long, in his Journey to reach the pinnacle of the world.

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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