Divine System: Land of the Abominations - Chapter 306: I Owe You a Drink (2).

【Once upon a time】
Ye Ying: “I am the brightest star in your night sky!”
Huang Xize: “…you violated my eyes.”
【Now】
Huang Xize: “Honey, I think…”
Ye Ying: “Big wolf, it’s time to drink the medicine.”
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Within a month, Ye Ying accomplished two major events in her life:
First, buy a house with full payment;
Second, being caught by the blind date for a flash marriage.

But what she never expected was that the house was a super haunted house where more than a dozen people died, and she was holding back her dog’s life every day.
The object is even more exaggerated, not even a human being at all!
Ye Ying: It’s outrageous.
She said that there are two conditions for finding a partner: a man and a live one.
But first of all, he has to be a person, right? !

Stingy Stingy City Beauty×Boundless Mana Wong Tai Sin

Content tags: Urban Love, A Match Made in Heaven, Sweet Articles, Urban Strange News
Search keywords: Protagonist: Ye Ying, Huang Xize ┃ Supporting role: All Minions ┃ Others: Sand Sculpture
One-sentence introduction: About the matter of wanting to marry someone, I married someone who is not a person
Conception: Everyone is responsible for caring for animals

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As a great swordsman who had reached the top level of 999, Lin Feng was hailed as the best swordsman cultivator that the World of the Nine Continents had seen in a thousand years. His sword techniques were exceptional and exquisite.

However, just as he was about to able to enjoy a leisure life, he welcomed another transmigration.

This time, he had transmigrated into a female-dominated world. Women were responsible for providing for the family while men just had to look pretty.

On his first day of school, Lin Feng received confessions from two rich, beautiful, and wealthy girls. The first even promised him a comfortable life as long as he obeys her.

A max-level swordsman in his previous life, Lin Feng would never allow himself to depend on a girl. Thus, he set out on his cultivation journey once again. He would forge a world for men in this matriarchal society.

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.