MTL - Male God’s Freestyle Flirting - Chapter 270 relatives and friends

As far as the eye can see, the extreme arctic ice field is cold and cold.

Winter wolves sneaked, frost tigers roared, giants roared… Many creatures struggled to survive in the snow.

At the same time, a white hatchling that controlled the power of time broke out of its shell and opened the pair of platinum dragons with bright colors? , now, in the future, haunting all timelines, creating an endless legend of the dragon that controls time.

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Found a suitable body named Bai Xiao. Reincarnating into the World of Elementalists.

“Mission: Overpopulation of carnivorous fish in the lagoon.

Please kill 666 carnivorous fish in order to prevent the destruction of the lagoon’s ecosystem.

Reward: 20 Balance Points.”

“Mission: Forest fire.

Extinguish the fire.

Reward: 200 Balance Points.”

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I belong to a good sect that has never turned its back on me for my poor potential, has never forced me to study martial arts, and even helped arrange a betrothal for me when I was young.

My fiancée is a much renowned hot-tempered young miss. She’s beautiful, strong, and deeply loves me. Upon my start down the path of the Jianghu, I entirely relied on her to provide cover for me and before long, I became renowned as the #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path.

Yet one day, I discovered that this person is apparently a man. A man in drag!

More unforgivable is that he thought I was a woman dressing as a man!

Me, as if my liver and guts are being cut to pieces: “Brother, what have you done with my fiancée?”

Him, as if a knife has been twisted in his heart: “Brother, what have *you* done with my fiancée?”

The waters of the Jianghu are indeed murky. Even if I am starving, even if I’m dying far from home, from this point on, I will not eat even a mouthful of rice prepared by him.

—So fragrant.

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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.