Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 134: ~Intermission~ Foxy Anxiety

The big guy dresses up as a lonely and old male supporting character, slaps his face and abuses scumbags to fall in love.
small world:
A scumbag male supporting actor who is lonely and old: learning to love with both hands.
The tyrant male supporting role who left the inheritance to the heroine’s son: the family has the throne to inherit.
The deposed prince: what kind of emperor, when the emperor!
Bingshan ex-husband of a book girl: It is impossible to chase after a wife.
The prince of the enemy country who retreated for the heroine: step on the capital and rule the world.
The pet girl mad demon of the group pet text: I pet myself.
Edible Guide: Quickly cross the routine, capitalize the romance! One cp in one world, if you change the world, your feelings will be eliminated. If you don’t like it, don’t enter. 

Content tags: face slap
Search keywords: Protagonist: Dongchen ┃ Supporting role: My concluding article “The Male Protagonist Doesn’t Follow the Plot [Quick Pass]” “Someone Wants to Take My Gold Finger [Quick Pass]” ┃Others:

- Description from novelbuddy

Xia Ruofei, a retired special warfare elite, unexpectedly discovered that the ancestral scrolls contained a small space that was independent.

There are Lingtan waters that promote plant growth in the space. There are mysterious spiritual flowers that cure all diseases. They also bring ten times the time flow rate. What is planted is a fine product, everything grows fast, and what can be cultivated is spiritual…

From then on, planting flowers, planting trees, raising animals, and licking beautiful women, Xia Ruofei opened a wonderful life.

- Description from ptwxz (translated)

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!”

Fang Ping finally settled an issue after wasting half an hour of his life. He wasn’t dreaming nor acting —for God’s sake, if acting in a movie could restore his youth, then the film crew deserved a trip to heaven immediately!