MTL - Chronicles of Primordial Wars - Chapter 830 Purple gas city

Meng Chuyuan was recognized as an abandoned wife in wealthy circles. Her husband was away from home all year round, and her brother-in-law and mother-in-law were each more bad-tempered than the last.

Others laughed at her for living a disgraceful life, but only Meng Chuyuan knew how comfortable and comfortable she lived.

There is endless money to spend, and there is no need to have children.

Just one day, her brother-in-law, who was a black and red man, took her to a pastoral sex club.

Before the variety show started airing, the Meng Chuyuan group as the control group held the first place on the black list due to their unfortunate marriage and cold relationship between uncle and sister-in-law!

After the variety show started airing, Meng Chuyuan’s appearance directly overshadowed the popular searches!

Netizens began to focus on the painting style.

Abandoned wife of a wealthy family? I want to buy this forty carat diamond ring!

Uncle and sister-in-law are at odds? Help, the two of them have a perfect tacit understanding, they are almost like siblings!

A dispute between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law? Mother-in-law Meng Chuyuan’s starry eyes on Family Day are almost becoming her old crush!

Unhappily married? Her man’s possessiveness is almost overflowing the screen. This is a fake CP of me eating durian skin live!

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On March 1, 1999, during the old era, a gigantic six-winged creature with a bloodshot giant eyeball at the center of its six wings suddenly appeared over the land of Gaul, resembling an “angel” descending on earth!

On January 27, 2000, during the old era, an enormous flaming giant, wearing a crown, emerged in the Arctic Iceland, standing hundreds of meters tall. The ice and snow melted, the earth collapsed, and the civilian casualties amounted to a hundred thousand!

On February 13, 2000, during the old era, Mount Fuji erupted, and a colossal beast resembling an upright lizard emerged from molten lava. Three days later, the island of Honshu fell under its wrath.

During the old era…

In 123 during the new era, Chu Lingjun transmigrated into this terrifying world, but he possessed an electric eel clone.

As the electric eel grew stronger, so did Chu Lingjun, and this electric eel could continuously devour and evolve without limit!

As the body of the electric eel grew larger, reaching hundreds of meters, then kilometers, and even transforming into a dragon, Chu Lingjun’s became increasingly powerful.

The people around Chu Lingjun started to change their attitude towards him.

His mother asked, “Lingjun, do you want a wife or not?”

His relatives asked, “Lingjun, do you want a wife or not?”

His friends asked, “Lingjun, do you want a wife or not?”

Strange beasts asked, “Lingjun, do you want a wife or not?”

Chu Lingjun was dumbfounded.

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Leaning against the attic window, Luo Manman was on the verge of falling.

Her long hair obscured her expressions. With an innately ugly face, even her best efforts could hardly make her figure remotely normal.

Just as she was somewhat inclined to end it all.

[Would you like a better appearance? In exchange for a different life?] A voice named Pandora sounded in her ears.

Luo Manman quirked her lips into a faint smile and gave an unexpected reply: I don’t want it.

[…..]

After Pandora offered her one benefit after another, Luo Manman agreed to this game of life.

Pretending to breathe with difficulty

Starting to peddle composure

The already filthy viscera

Buried under the striking appearance

Was the new life of this skin really a salvation?

Or a cover up of a thrilling sin?

A story about the intersection of skin and destiny unfolded…

A broken prince, a shadowy scheme, all that amidst a bloody fight for a throne wrongly succeeded. Join a group of youngsters as they take their first steps into the martial world, towards the grandest adventure of their lives. It all begins in a certain inn, set against verdant mountains and facing a scenic lake.

“Bring us your finest wine and best meat!” Yelled a hulking man who seemed to be the leader of the dozen strong group.

“How much?” The waiter anxiously nodded his head.

“As much as you have!” The hulking man yelled back.

“That’s…”

“HUH?” The hulking man shot the waiter a furious glare.

“Dear guests, our inn operates on the principle of ‘pay first, dishes later’. As such, it will be better if you tell us exactly how much meat and wine you need.” Xiao Se returned their furious stares with a thin smile.

“Who are you supposed to be?” The hulking man eyed him with bulging eyes.

“This humble one is known as Xiao Se, the owner of this inn, the Fallen Snow Villa.” Xiao Se replied with the same smile and with a level of courtesy worth a solid 12/10.

“Well, we have no money.” The hulking man stabbed his blade into one of the nearby tables.

“Oh?”

“But I’m sure you have some!” The man pointed his finger at Xiao Se.

At that, Xiao Se furiously shook his head. “I’m sorry to break it to you but our little inn hasn’t made a single sale in almost a month. I’m about to owe them salaries myself…”

“Like hell if I care!” The hulking man smashed his palm down on the table. “Even if you have no money, that fur coat of yours should at least be worth a hundred odd silvers.”

“NONSENSE!” Yelled Xiao Se, eyes wide open and gaze as sharp as daggers.

The hulking man was stunned, his body even shivering involuntarily for that split second.

“I, Xiao Se, ride only the finest horse and wear only the richest threads! This fur coat of mine was specially sewn by some of the finest seamstresses in the imperial capital in the August Threads. Just sewing it took three whole months, shipping it, another one. Hmph, a hundred silvers? That’s not even enough to buy the sleeves of my coat!”