I Have A Special Cultivation Talent - Chapter 112 - White Luan Bird Sword Vapor

[CAUTION][+18 MATURE NOVEL][STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT]Leonardo is bullied by everyone in his class, boys and girls alike.Everyone knows he’s obsessed with MILFs, and they torment him for it.No one lifts a finger to help him.One day, a message appears:[Congratulations, Leonardo, you’ve been selected to participate in a System.]What?[You have 1 minute to make a decision regarding the NTR Demon System.][Your participation depends on your approval.][If you accept, you will gain special abilities to subdue your enemies and humiliate them publicly.][Your life will never be the same.]Leonardo accepts and embarks on a revenge journey fueled by NTR.Now that he has the System, none of those who made him suffer will be left untouched.

Will, an aspiring director and a college student was busy dreaming about becoming a successful figure in Hollywood when he found himself on an alternate earth.

The world is almost the same, but wait... all the celebrities, brands, and even renowned works from his world are no more!?

Armed with the Hollywood System, Will Evans will rise to the very pinnacle of stardom.

MCU and DC? I will create them!

F.R.I.E.N.D.S and the Office? I will write them!

Harry Potter and the Lord Of The Rings? I will direct them!

An ordinary sect cultivator, with the help of the immortal mansion, gradually grew up in the cruel world of immortality, and his mind and body transformed together.

Mortal flow, partial dark wind.

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Molitia Clemence was born sickly.

She forgot to cover herself with a blanket and caught a cold. She woke up next to her husband after 10 days just because of a slight cold.

Molitia barely survived between the thin threads of life and death. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that her husband was somehow acting differently than usual…?!

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“Have you eaten?” (Husband)

“Yes.” (Molitia)

“This is the belly of a person who ate?” (Husband)

He frowned as he stroked her flat lower abdomen. He held her wrist carefully, as if it would break. His voice rose.

“Why is your wrist so thin? Are you even human?” (Husband)

“That’s…” (Molitia)

“Butler!” (Husband)

The butler rushed to his angry voice, fidgeting with his wrists.

“Get me food for my wife to eat. Something that will help her stay healthy. Anything is fine.” (Husband)

Molitia’s mouth opened at her husband’s words, but no sound came out. ‘I just had a meal?’