Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss - Chapter 133: The Auction House Of The Dragon Cabine

Ariadna Lereg Ilestri Pre Agrigent. And so my life begins with this ridiculously long name, born to royalty and the center of attention — all because of one dangerous man; the veritably insane tyrant king, ruthless conqueror of ten empires, nightmare of all continents… and my father?! Will I be able to survive this maniac?

[Warning! Contains sex scenes, lemons and perverted MC. Read at your own risk.]Rain, a typical young master, led a fine life, enjoying power and status.But once confronted by the hero, Rain suffered a crushing defeat. Unable to accept this reality, he continued to confront him, not knowing that he was doomed to defeat from the start.Eventually, when Rain had lost everything he held dear and was in the depths of despair, the fog in his head cleared and he realized.“What the fuck am I doing?”“Why am I not using my brain and d*ck to defeat the hero?”After that, Rain found his own way to crush the hero...----What about the story?{Milfs, A lot of Netori and Stealing, Large harem, Oyakodon, Mature Women, Virgins, Yandere, Twins, Waifu of different races, Beast girls, Dragons, Elves, Succubbs, Demons, Goddesses, and lots of other cultural stuff}Of course, No Ntr, No Yuri.And what about the Main Character?{Highly Possessive, Shameless, Genius, Knows what he Wants and Gets it}

After Chu Xia transmigrated, the villain forcefully grabbed onto his chin. With a gloomy expression and dark eyes, he coldly said, “Since you really enjoy hiring people to ruin others, why don’t you get a taste of your own medicine today.”

Chu Xia glanced at the goons standing behind the villain with eyes filled with a third of ridicule, a third of disgust, and a fourth of disappointment: That’s it? That’s all you got?

Gong before: He isn’t worthy of being compared to XXX. / Stay away from me, don’t touch me. / I’m straight, don’t get any ideas…

Gong after: So fragrant.

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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!”