MTL - The Apocalyptic Master of Synthesis - Chapter 320 Another Frontline (Please Subscribe)

This is the story of a smart and beautiful young lady Yuan, who step by step conquered Chang’an’s number one golden bachelor, and make him to go from “totally ignore” to “punching his own face every day”.

Yuan Ci Xian dreamed that she was given death by the old emperor many years later and became a bridge stone.

Waking up and remembering the fear of being under the sole of feet of others, she was determined to find a backer.

After being pointed out by a certain advisor to “cater to other people’s preference”, Yuan Ci Xian picked up the brush and wrote a love poem for the future Imperial Teacher to show her infatuation.

When Lu Shiqing saw the poem, he vomited three liters of blood, and angrily rushed into the boudoir of Yuan Mansion.

He taught her to cater to other people’s preference, but she actually thought he like poetry?

Obviously what he like is…!

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GBT - BL OMEGAVERSE 18+The Wyne family is a famous wealthy family in Zondalian, a country famous for its progress in the eyes of the world. And their main heir is a handsome man named Daren Harry Wyne.Unfortunately, Daren was born as an Omega who always made trouble until his parents were fed up and annoyed with their own son's behavior.Until one day, a bodyguard is hired to watch over Daren from all sorts of dangers. Both from outside and from Daren himself.“Bodyguard, again? You've got to be kidding me. I can protect myself! I don't need an Alpha to protect me!”However, Daren realized that there was something different about his new bodyguard. There was something he was hiding.Something he couldn't reveal.“Who are you, Mr. Bodyguard?”Kill Me Protect Me, Mr. Bodyguard.

Varian only wanted to end the war with the Abyssals and bring peace so that no one would lose their dad like he did.

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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