Pro Wrestling System - Chapter 122: Fat Celebration

No one is optimistic about the marriage between the most respectable man in Yun Cheng and the most disfavored daughter of the Mu family.

Ciel reincarnated into a cultivation world, a vast world full of wealth and beauty.

However, he finds life as a reincarnator is not as easy as he imagined.

In all his years of cultivation, he was never able to live like the main character. There was no day without suffering until one day, he obtained one of the Legendary Nine Heavenly Treasures - the Eyes of Heaven.

With those eyes, he could peer anywhere, through any wall and formation. Most importantly, no one could detect it.

Filled with excitement, he boldly peeked into the palace of the Ice Goddess, which had recently been frequented by the Elf Queen.

What did he find?

Follow the story here...

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#No NTR

Maybe you will think NTR about the relationship between the Elf Queen and the Ice Goddess, but believe me it's only the beginning, later you will find a surprising plot twist.

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