This Eroge Won't Make Me Fall! - Chapter 85 79: Do Ghosts Do Handstands?

Everyone in the capital courtyard knows that Si Moyan is not close to women. He was criticized when he was a child.

He was going to die alone. But suddenly one day, Si Moyan not only brought back a woman, but also slept people.

This sleep was terrible. After that, he completely became a favorite wife crazy devil.

“Si Moyan, I want the land in the center of a.”

“I‘ll transfer it to your name tomorrow.”

“Si Moyan, I want the plane.”

“wife, the plane has stopped in the backyard.”

“Si Moyan, I want the moon in the sky.”

“no problem, my husband will take you to heaven and pick the moon.”

Gu qiaoyue said that the greatest gift God gave her was not rebirth, but this man.

Fang Xi wore it, and it was the second time!

In the realm of cultivating immortals, I am obedient, but in another world, I strike hard!

Unexpectedly, thousands of years later, he would become a big boss in the world of cultivating immortals!

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There was a time where I was summoned to a different world. I spent more than a year as a Priestess from a different world. I fulfilled my role and decided to return to my original world. Before leaving, I confessed my feelings to my escort knight. And from there I was heartbroken. After returning to the original world for a year and half, I was summoned again. What? Apparently this time, nobody summoned me. I was sent out to a great extent and have a lost love. I cannot face anyone now! No one knows that I was a former Priestess and I can only quickly return to my original world. Even so, it does not seem to work out very well…

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”