That Unique Monster Who Just Got the 'Consciousness' Passive Skill - Chapter 157: Skills for once

A class full of idols and beautiful people are sent to another world. However there is one guy who is ugly, fat and smells… our protagonist. This is his comedic story of evolution and the slow building of his harem. The first heroine is a gorilla.

[Female a Male O]

Lu Xi is wearing a book.

She became the cannon fodder ex-girlfriend of the hero in the book, and her end was not as miserable as usual.

The node she passed through was that the original owner was framed by another female partner.

This framing exposed her Alpha identity, and indirectly led to the secondary differentiation of the hero’s brother from Alpha to Omega.

Looking at the gloomy eyes of the hero’s brother, Lu Xi felt that he might not live long.

Wen Qingmo once changed from A to O, this huge change was really hard for him to accept.

Wen Qingmo, who claims that he would never succumb to an Alpha, would never have imagined that in the near future, he would embrace the “culprit” that made him become O, and plead in a low voice:

“Just tag me for the rest of your life… okay?”

—-small theater—-

Someday after being together.

The female supporting role came to threaten Lu Xi: “I am pregnant with Wen Qingmo’s child, but in fact he doesn’t love you at all!”

Lu Xi touched Wen Qingmo’s belly, which was about to be full-term, and said casually: “Oh, really, but Qingmo is obviously carrying my child.”

Female supporting role:? ? ?

The female protagonist who is soft on the outside but hard on the inside x decent male protagonist / Lu Xi x Wen Qingmo / the male protagonist will get pregnant!

(This plot will be written in more detail, pay attention to lightning protection) The first chapter has mine clearance, you must read it! ! ! ! !
Generally speaking, it’s a cookie, he, sc, female A male O, female attacking male receiving

Content tags: fantasy space sweet text through the book
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- Description from novelbuddy

Love is like a battle... A bloodless battle. And every battle has casualties. But this battle leaves even more torturous wounds. Because the wounds of love are left on one's soul.

He might be covered in scars that this battle of feeling left behind, she was the cure he never even knew he was looking for.

He hid his emotions in the maze of his heart, but what to do, the wife he brought home, fancies puzzles.

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Raelle Xiang likes to have everything under her control. Being a CEO, she has always been very calculative. All her life revolved around profits. She'd avoid anything and everything that she couldn't control or calculate; for instance, feelings!

Something intangible like feelings were too bothersome for her.

Shui Xian has turned cold and aloof after the divorce that left him devastated. With enormous wealth, exceptional family back, he was still considered the ideal man but even after years, he was still single.

He chose to bury himself in work to forget the heartbreak and bitterness that someone left behind.

But what happens when this cold President gets into an arranged marriage with the feisty CEO?

One is broken by love and yet cherishes the pain it brought.

The other has always considered love to be a manipulative emotion.

One has a cold personality, the other is simply cold.

One is all about facts and logic, the other still believe in emotions.

With their similar personalities yet contradicting beliefs, what chaos this marriage is gone bring?

Will love manage to ignite?

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