Cultivation Starts from Killing Pigs - Chapter 63: Endless Mountains, Each Shows Their Skill

A code farmer, after working a 007 job, becomes a student at the University of Kentucky!Zeng Xingyang: So handsome, why play basketball? It would be better to act!Standing at 2.01 meters, with a wingspan of 221 cm, Zeng Xingyang, possessing top-level static talents, joined the Kentucky Wildcats and participated in the NCAA!There was intense skepticism from the outside, questioning the necessity of training a Chinese player!But Zeng Xingyang withstood the pressure.He made incredible progress in every shot, pass, and defense.His hardworking sweat covered every inch of the court!He is enjoying the pure joy brought by basketball!After winning the championship at the University of Kentucky with Towns and Booker, he entered the NBA!Unknowingly, he surpassed his contemporaries,Becoming an NBA superstar.Joining forces with Jokic, they grow together, building a brand new dynasty!

Qiao Anhao and Lu Jinnian had secretly longed for each other for thirteen years, and now that there’s a possibility for them to be together, even though the circumstances may be unconventional, neither one can refuse their inner desires any longer.

Hurled into a false marriage, Qiao Anhao treads carefully towards the cold and reclusive Lu Jinnian, but after years of near-missed opportunities and deep misunderstandings, how could their last shot at love possibly run smooth?

“Nation Husband” is a Korean term awarded to a man who is perfect in the eyes of the public – an ideal husband.

Seven years ago, at a charity gala, she unintentionally became his cure and ended up pregnant with fraternal twins.

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY. Contains explicit smut, omegaverse, knotting, and mpreg.]“Fuck, still so tight.”That's the first thing I hear after dying.Not a heavenly choir, not a wise guide explaining the mechanics of reincarnation, just a voice like dark honey and broken glass, breath scorching hot against my neck, and a body that absolutely isn't mine rolling its hips back like it has no objections whatsoever to what's happening to it.I have objections, so many objections.My body has apparently decided to hold a separate meeting without me.I was twenty-eight, overworked to the point of literal death, and had never so much as kissed anyone seriously. None of that seems to matter to the omega body I've just woken up in.. currently making desperate, broken sounds into expensive silk sheets, trembling around a knot that shouldn't feel this good, this full, this.. right, while my actual mind is still standing in the corner going what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK???By the time I finally see his face, it's far too late for dignity. Gray eyes cold as a winter storm, features sharp enough to cut, the kind of beautiful that doesn't ask permission before it ruins you.It gets so much worse when I learn his name.Wuchen Bael, my sister's fiance, the man who looked me dead in the eye afterward and said, without blinking..“Round two?”And I haven't even gotten to the part where I find out I'm pregnant.