Wuxia: Drinking with Spring Breeze - Chapter 557 - 266: Massacre_2

This is the story of a person who transmigrated into a world with a radically different worldview.

So different, in fact, that he is considered a female in that world!

Cheng Nuo: What? Why did you say that I’m female?

Author: You only have one Tintin. The males of this world have two Tintins.

Cheng Nuo: No way! My hands are itchy… I want to cut one off!

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When she agrees to help her friend out in a blind date, she never imagined it would lead her to the one man she'd hoped never to encounter again—her child's father.Her first instinct? Run. But life has other plans, and she finds herself inescapably drawn back into his orbit as his company's legal advisor.Just as she's poised to resign, escaping the tangled web of personal and professional ties, she's cornered in his office by the man who is as relentless in business as he is in pursuit of her heart.In a game of cat and mouse, she is faced with a choice: succumb to the undeniable chemistry that still sizzles between them or risk it all to maintain the distance she's fought so hard to keep.

The young man Ye Tian obtains the ability to copy the talents of others and now fights against the heavens to change his fate.He struggles to survive and protect his sister from the apocalypse of the alien beast invasion.In order to become stronger, he begins to explore the unknown world and gradually reveals the secret behind the invasion of the alien dimensions....Ye Tian: My friend, your ferocious beast, the armored rhinoceros, is pretty good. Can you let me touch it? The proud daughter of a certain heaven nodded in confusion. Ye Tian touched an armored rhinoceros and secretly copied the armored rhino's top defensive talent.Ye Tian: Friend, let’s be friends. Ye Tian stretched out his right hand, shook hands with the somewhat confused genius, and secretly copied the other person's advanced cultivation talent, revealing...

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.