Netori: I Shall Steal All Of My Enemies' Women For Revenge! - Chapter 131: What Would You Do If I Have A Harem?

Travelling across a different dimension, you have become a noble who has fallen from grace. With the help of a proficiency panel, you can start your liver experience using the ancestral breathing method used by knights. Let us embark on this bizarre and mysterious journey and follow this wizard’s steps one by one.

Tang Zhixi is the illegitimate daughter of the Song family?

You grew up in the countryside and never went to school?

The Song family also claimed that they would never recognize her?

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Until Tang Zhixi’s identity was uncovered, the Song family immediately prepared a banquet.

But Tang Zhixi directly refused, “Your Song family is also worthy?”

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The third master in Dijing actually fell in love with a wild girl who had never even attended school.

I heard that I still hold it in the palm of my hand and pet it.

When the entire imperial capital was shocked, Ye Sanye said a word quite proudly: “My wife is not simple.”

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Ye Hanzhi never believed in love at first sight until he met Tang Zhixi…

There are beauties in the north, who are all over the country and all over the city…

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Tang Zhixi liked to wear skirts very much, and later… Ye Hanzhi’s shirt cuff buttons were all the color of her skirt.

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By the fourth year of Su Wan's career, every league rookie hears the same warning from their coach and veteran teammates: “You can try to impress him. You can even try to defend him. But no matter what—no matter if he hurls the most brutal insults your way—never, ever talk shit to him!”

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.