MTL - I Can Turn into a Fish - Chapter 18 Big customer

Four years ago, after a night of drunkenness, she had a relationship with a stranger and fled in panic upon waking up. Four years later, she returns with a soft, cute little bun by her side.“Bad uncle, you're not allowed to bully my mommy!”The man looked at the little bun, who was not even tall enough to reach his waist, and gave a charming smile. “Shouldn't you ask your mommy why you look exactly like me?”

Char transmigrated!He transmigrated to the game he created!Awesome!I want to tame beasts!I want to manage a castle!I want to drive the castle around the world!But, why are there Elves, Half-Elves, Dwarves, Half-Beasts, Shift Beasts, Shark Lizard Beasts, Greenfoot Dragon Snakes, Multi-headed Lizard Hydras, Flame Skulls, Death Knights here?I didn't design it like this!Also, what in the world are Lord of Dawn Losanda, Forest Goddess Melikai, God of Knowledge Ogma, God of Lies Shirek, God of Tyranny Bane, and the Spider Demon Queen Rose?And there's a god battle, too?!Too dangerous, I guess I won't travel the world just yet.First, let's set a small goal: become a Fantasy Lord first!

When Li Xianyu was 20 years old, he received his father’s inheritance, an 18-year-old great-grandmother who was incredibly beautiful.

Li Xianyu: “Great-Grandma, why are you so young?”

Great-Grandma: “That’s because I died when I was 18 years old.”

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To be a good mistress:

Lesson 1: The location does not matter; all that matter is whether he wishes to.

“This is an exchange for money and not a game of love.”

Yet, he is eventually addicted to spoiling her and sending her to cloud nine, giving her whatever she wishes for.

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“Young Master Huo, Ms. An said that she wants to be the world’s top supermodel.”

As a result, news of the Huo Conglomerate entering the entertainment industry shocks the entire world.

“Young Master Huo, Ms. An said that she wants to get married at the age of 28.” The man’s gaze deepened as he replied, “That’s too late.”

The little bun behind him secretly hands him a household registration book and declares with a nasal and innocent-sounding voice, “Daddy, I will pay for your nine-dollar marriage registration fee!”