My Dad Is the Galaxy’s Prince Charming - Chapter 22 - The Great Elder has Arrived

He rescued her. It took him eight years to pamper her into the most beautiful woman in the city. Anyone who dared to lay a finger on her would die!

Little did he know, she had long set his sights on him. She considered him as her possession. Did someone look at her man? It didn’t matter if the person was a man or a woman. She’d torture them in the most horrible way possible! However, to her surprise…

“Are you done playing?” He forced her into a corner. That’s when she found out that he’d known all along…

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Ray was more of an average guy in everything, whether it was appearance, in sports, or in school. Ray lost his parents in a car accident when he was little so he grew up in an orphanage.

He had no friends and was always bullied in school cause he was skinny so he was an easy target.

Then one day when he was running away from bullying he ended up in front of a truck that crushed him and he died.

But his life didn't end there as he reincarnated in a fantasy world but as a beast.

But with his bad luck, he was reincarnated as a low level beast with low stats, but he has a trump card, An evolution system that helps him in this new world. How will he evolve and become the strongest of All.

Who will tell her what happened?

Is she wilding a child in the wilderness? The child’s umbilical cord was bitten off by a mutant mouse, my God, what’s going on?

Yin Xuehan was trembling to deal with the umbilical cord problem for the child, but she felt pain in her stomach again. This is another…

At this time, the voice of the system came, and she actually gave birth live in the wilderness?

Is this the rhythm of going crazy? This world actually relies on live streaming and doing quests to earn points, God, please save her, she brought her two cubs into such a difficult wilderness dungeon at the beginning.

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