Cultivation Online - Chapter 1887 Bai Zhan’s Immortal Cave

Warning! Mature Content R-18+****Kyle was born into wealth, a 35-year-old billionaire who had everything.He was a lustful man, the envy of his generation, having a harem at his call.Kyle lusted after everything that wore a skirt, single ladies, and married women.No one escaped his grasp, but his horniness became the source of his downfall.He was assassinated after his secret affairs with a Senator's wife were exposed.Now reborn into a newly born star as the God of Lust.Transmigrated as the lowest-tier god.The God Game was created to flush out the weaklings amongst gods, to bring forth those with the strongest wills.Kyle must forge his path; his desire to survive presses him to grow stronger.But even after death, his horniness never ceases to end.Walking the path of Lust, and creating a harem of both mortals and spirits.Snatching beauties and corrupting the heart of man to survive and grow stronger.To the mortal world, he may be a villain.An evil god who exists to sow discord into the minds of men.But to him, he's just a man trying to survive in this harsh world of gods.

I have experienced all the eight sufferings of this world.

I do not ask for nirvana, but for you.

Wild and hard-to-tame demon (gong) x cold, ascetic and childish immortal (shou)

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Puppet was born.Puppet question.Puppet learns.Puppet develop.Puppet becomes itself.And puppet will be not stopped.

In front of people, she was an ordinary student who had no background and came out of the county with a playful smile on her lips.

Afterward, she was a business king who had been paving the way for prosperity in China.

Wei Sheng was accidentally reborn in the autumn of 1998 and had to face heavy school work, the cold eyes of her relatives, her parents expectations, and clear class discrimination again.

When re-entering the stage of history, how could she let everything repeat itself?

But she was sad to find that the television station had to take a break every afternoon?

There was no computer or iPad, small books were the paradise of childrens dreams.