Mercenary Black Mamba - Chapter 242

James Ye is a son-in-law everyone looks down upon, but no one knows his true identity is that of a young master from a top family.Those who scorn him will ultimately kneel before him, calling him 'Master' in awe and fear!

As soon as Luo Yan graduated, he immediately got an offer from a prestigious gaming company. He thought all his hard work finally paid off. And he would finally reach the pinnacle of life. But then, on his first day of work, a potted plant fell on his head and he died.Surprisingly, when he thought he would cross the Yellow River, he suddenly woke up and found himself in the body of a 17 year old boy. This body had the same name as him but completely different background. Because the original was the second young master of the Luo family - one of the most powerful family in S City.Luo Yan almost cried. God probably took pity on him and decided to give him a loving family with a wealthy background. He didn't have to work hard anymore. Studying like his life depended on it and pretending to be a holy father just to cater to people.So Luo Yan decided to be a salted fish and just shamelessly sell meng.A certain male god who always bought Luo Yan's meng: Yan Yan is so cute! Why is Yan Yan so cute??Cold faced on the outside, a cinammon roll on the inside Gong X Super beautiful, black-belly Shou.Cover art by Revereine

The world is made up of the five elements, and it could be divided into Yin and Yang.

Beneath the heavens, on the ancient divine center continent, billions of lives thrive in the prosperous era of the cultivation.

Across its vast lands, happiness, sadness, reunion, and separation played out in the long lives of those seeking immortalhood.

Light is always accompanied by darkness, and under the radiance of the heavens, there are silent shadows moving about…

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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!”