I’m Not the Final Boss’ Lover - Chapter 142

An unknown disciple from a small sect battling against the strongest in the cultivation world! The long journey working at cultivation, the realization of destiny and the chance to reach the apex of the world.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them. Zuo Mo is a zombie faced low level cultivator in a minor sect of a little world. Ever since he was picked up by the sect leader two years ago, he has no memories of his earlier life except a recurring nightmare. Navigating the rigid class structure and intricacies of the cultivation world, as one of the lowest possible of the lowest class, Zuo Mo’s dream is to earn money, and lots of it, through being a spiritual plant farmer.

A chance occurrence reveals that someone powerful had changed Zuo’s features and erased his mind. The money grubbing zombie decides to set out on a journey of cultivation to find out answers. Fate colludes with chance, the drums of war are beating, the ghost of his past is coming… …

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Yunsi, the world’s first flower from the other side of hell.

Also known as – Manzhushahua.

Good at ghost fire, can be called a hundred ghosts, especially good at illusion.

After she met the rumored gentle and elegant son Jiu Ge in a shocking way, she fell into his gentle beauty and couldn’t extricate herself.

Yun Si: “Jiu Ge, Jiu Ge, can I pursue you?”

The young master of Guangfeng Jiyue smiled gently and shook his head politely.

In the next second, Yun Si successfully took his hand.

Yun Si began to push forward: “Jiu Ge and Jiu Ge, can I hug you?”

The young master gently refused.

In the next second, Yun Si successfully hugged her.

“Jiu Ge and Jiu Ge, I want to kiss you.”

The young master tapped her forehead and pondered, “Girl, please respect yourself.”

The alluring Little Fairy Bianhua blinked her beautiful eyes and stood on tiptoe.

Easy going.

then,

The little goblin who did something bad was punished to copy the precepts.

The goblin continued to persevere,

The young master lowered his eyes and looked at the hands holding each other. He was gentle and gentle, and had a good temper. “Young lady, you must respect yourself.”

“I don’t!” The little goblin clung to him, never leaving him.

She always thought he had a gentle temper.

Until one day, she witnessed a woman confessing to him.

The woman stepped forward to get closer,

The young master turned cold in an instant, and kicked her away, without the slightest gentleness, “Get lost.”

The woman ran away crying.

The little fairy who clings to the gentle son every day and wants to kiss and hug him:? ? ?

It turns out that the young master is also very fierce? ?

It turns out that the son can also be rough? ?

The blatant goblin vs the young master who refuses on the surface but is infinitely gentle and pampered secretly. [Love at first sight + two-way secret love]

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“When am I getting a new mom? ”

Maya choked and sputtered on her drink getting herself into a coughing fit while I was quite startled but showed no other reaction other than that. I was expecting it anyway

Maya got herself after some moments “You! ” She bellowed “That's no way to tal-” I dismissed Maya with a wave of my hand fixing my attention on my dear daughter .

“Why? ” I asked exuding an authoritative aura with an arrogant smile tugging at a corner of my lips

Isabelle smiled back at me, a fierce determination to win this battle evident on her face “I need a motherly figure ”

“And? ”

“Girls just want their mom sometimes ”

“And? ”

“Need someone to talk boys stuff with”

“You can always discuss it with me” I blurted out without even realizing it and the reply I got was an awkward cough from Maya and a death stare from my daughter.

“Well, we can always compromise on that ” I tried minimizing the damage done. Why does it all go south when it comes to boy's stuff?

Isabelle stood up abruptly and banged her hand hard against the table almost knocking some dishes over in the process “Just admit it!What makes you think you can be able to handle me in my rebellious teenage years? ”

I wanted to reply when I heard Maya murmur beneath her breath “As if you aren't rebellious enough now? ”

I smirked,she was definitely the perfect match for Isabella and I had the perfect plan in mind.

“So let's say I agree, who do you want for a mother? ”I said throwing the ball in her court and hoping she'll make the right choice “Tina? or.....? ”

Isabelle stared at me skeptically, obviously wondering if I was sincere or playing around. So I focused my intense and get down to business gaze on her and in a few moment, her lips twitch upward in a smirk , as if we were communicating telepathically, she said

“I want her” Isabelle announced pointing at an absent minded female entertaining herself with a grilled chicken and quite oblivious to what was going on. I smiled, Isabelle was surely my blood

“Fine by me ”I agreed knowing just how much Isabelle values promises “ I have to keep my own part of the deal then ”

I excused myself before turning to discover the horror on Maya's face but that didn't stop me, instead I added more fuel to the fire

“let's get married”

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Maya was never special especially not like her sister Kim who seem to have everything.

Nik Spencer a world known professional player, a chronic heartbreaker and the only man immune to love.

But fate seems to play a lot of twists as they both cross paths and she ends up being his daughter's Nanny.

Will she end up as one of the many women on his bed ?

Is Niklaus really immune to love?

Well, read to find out.

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”