MTL - Don’t Learn Mandarin Ducks - Chapter 91

“Gege, what does cultivating feelings mean?? Is kissing when you eat someone’s mouth?? How are children born??” The 3-year-old Xiao Tu likes to chase after her ChangZhi gege and ask questions…

Ten years old Cheng Zhiyan had always seemed been studious and hardworking. However, when he heard these three questions, he was stunned and fled in an instant… until one day, a certain thirteen-year-old Xiao Tu pressed Cheng Zhiyan to the wall and kissed him. Then she smacked her lips to savor the taste and said: “It turns out that when you kiss orange juice, it really taste like orange juice ah…” the always calm and indifferent Cheng ZhiYan, once again fled in defeat.

**TN: ChengZhi Yan’s name sounds like orange juice

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My name is Chen Mo, a gaming nerd.Recently, I've been obsessed with a single-player game called “Absolute Immortal” and have defeated the final boss, [Lady Yu], over a hundred times using cheats.Then, I transmigrated.I became Lady Yu's lackey.On my first day at work, why does it feel like Her Majesty is looking at me strangely...?...My name is Yu Youhan, Imperial Consort of the Yuan Dynasty, with immense cultivation power, dominating the nine provinces.I recently had a 'dream'.In the dream, I was wantonly tormented by a man, utterly powerless.I initially thought it was a mistake in my cultivation, thus giving rise to a heart demon, until that 'inner demon' appeared right in front of me......Within the high walls of the deep palace.'There are many ways to conquer a heart demon, it doesn't necessarily have to be through force...''Your Majesty, I, I admit defeat!''Who allowed you to admit defeat? Dare to defy this palace, and you'll be punished for another hour!''...'

“Welcome to the Punishment Zone, scums.”

“Please tear the masks of pseudo-gods into pieces here.”

“However, you must remember—the time for slaughter takes place only after sunset.”

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The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.