Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires - Chapter 119: Master of the Game

Quietly crossed over to an ancient peasant girl who could be deceived by everyone.

She was sold on the day she crossed the road, well, she took the betrayal by hand and stepped on the scumbag. She controls her freedom, she decides her marriage, she decides her future, and no one wants to point fingers at her!

Quietly and domineeringly, he patted his deed to the man next to him: “Take it away, I will be yours from now on.”

Man: “…”

The man dotes on her very much, she does whatever she wants, and abuses all kinds of scum with her. The two of them lived extremely well in their childhood.

It’s the identity of a man…

(Shuangwen, strong men and strong women, 1v1 favorite text)

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Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water.

She paused in front of her kitchen’s window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion’s garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening.

Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body.

A DEAD BODY!

Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, ”What are you doing?!“

Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here.

“Gardening.”

“And the body?!”she looked at him in disbelief.

“Fertilizer,” he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?!

She then heard him ask her, “Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?” he gave her a sweet smile.

Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~

Battle of Mount Hyjal:

The overwhelming Burning Legion, Malfurion on the front line saw his death as his own.

Outside the barracks at the rear, Li De leisurely started his singing.

A spectacle composed of countless terracotta figurines rises from the ground!

“Building Wonders: Terracotta Warriors.

Spectacular effect: All combat units are upgraded by one level! ”

“This…is this the power of a demigod?”

Malfurion clenched his fists and asked in disbelief.

“You’ve become stronger, send it quickly!”

Li De said, but what he thought in his mind was:

“What’s the best way to build the next spectacle?”

This is a story of a traveler with a spectacle system, farming in the world of Azeroth, and blooming the light of civilization.

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“Mr. Hu Lai, today’s football forwards like you who can only score goals are getting narrower and narrower … But nevertheless, you have achieved dazzling achievements. What is your secret to success?”

On a winter afternoon, Hu Lai showed reporters from all over the world the honor he had just received, and some reporters asked him such questions.

Facing the eyes cast by the reporters, Hu Lai’s thoughts returned to the afternoon when he was in high school. He stood alone beside the stadium to watch other students play games. They did not let him play, thinking he was here to make trouble.

He also thought of what the coach said to him with a straight face: “Hu Lai, if you can’t pay ten times the effort of others, your talent is just worthless stones.” And a disdainful voice: “Modern football The demands on the center are getting higher and more comprehensive. What’s the use of shooting only? ”

In the end, his thoughts were frozen at that time, and the night was already looming in the eastern sky. In the middle of the abandoned vacant land covered with grass, a girl said to him very seriously: “Hu Lai, you are actually gifted. , And a great talent! Because you know where the goal is! ”
Hu Lai stared at the girl’s eyes, and saw the sunset behind him from those eyes.

The sunlight is reflected in the pupils, flowing, burning, condensing into a halo, as if to melt yourself in this light.

Hu Lai, who withdrew his thoughts, returned to this warm winter afternoon, facing the excited reporters, he smiled slightly: “Because I know, the goal is there.”

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