Hidden Marriage 99 Days: Please Restrain Yourself - Chapter 943 - Finale (15)

The god king of Xiaoting in the upper realm fights down, and the spirit of the mixed dragon spirit is reincarnated on the earth, runs rampant in the city, and then fights in the sky.

Those who obey me prosper, those who oppose me perish!

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Lin Yi transmigrated into the world of Xianxia and found himself bound with a Supreme Downloading System. For a man who could not be more ordinary, he began his trip to the pinnacle of life.

My name is Fang Fan, a fifteen-year-old, introverted third-year middle school student in Rongcheng. My unremarkable life is overshadowed by my mother, Su Zihan—a stunning, ambitious woman in her mid-thirties who has risen to become the city’s deputy mayor. Admired and desired by many, my mother’s beauty and authority make her the center of attention wherever she goes.As I come of age, I am unwillingly drawn into this world, experiencing jealousy, shame, and a growing, illicit attraction to my mother. The boundaries between mother and son blur as our lives spiral into an intense, erotic struggle for control, affection, and identity. Our story is one of psychological torment and sexual awakening, exploring the darkest corners of desire, family, and power.NTR, Netorare, Netori, Adultery, Group Sex, BDSM, Humiliation, Sex Slave, Sex Toys, Incest, MTR, Married, Cheating Mother, Seduction, Objectification, Infidelity

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.