MTL - Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease! - Chapter 1521 Fanwai 49- must kill her!

There was a popular comic that captured the hearts of readers not because of its plot, but rather the bromance between the two protagonists, a crown prince and a duke. Their friendship & mutual trust led fans to ship them endlessly, with countless fanfiction stories ranging from dating to marriage or even incorporating omegaverse settings.One particular m-preg fanfic novel became extremely popular among fans, where the previously cold duke becomes pregnant.But the popularity of both the original comic and this novel caused everything to become unbalanced, until something strange happened - these works of fiction turn into real worlds that collided, creating an error that connected them together.In the world of the comic:Carlton from the fanfic world gazed up at his husband with longing eyes. “Husband...” He pouted, “Why don't you kiss me today?”Alaric from the comic world recoiled slightly and goosebumps broke out over his skin as he moved away. “Please don't come close to me...” He said tersely.Meanwhile, in another world:Alaric from the fanfic world, pulled his beloved Carlton into a warm embrace and peppered kisses on his cheeks. “Darling, are you mad at me?” Alaric asked affectionately. “It's okay, you're still cute.” He leaned down to whisper into his ear before continuing. “But don't forget to comfort all our children, they think you're mad at them.”Suddenly, seven children barged into the room and called out to their fathers. “Father, Daddy!” they exclaimed.Carlton's frozen expression spoke volumes about his state of mind as he tried to process what was happening. His murderous gaze fixed on Alaric as he muttered through gritted teeth. “Whose children do you say they are....?”

In his first year, Ning Chen transmigrated and joined the Qinglian Sect as the disciple of Sect Master Liu Ruyan.By the third year, he awakened the Supreme Chongyang Sacred Physique.That same year, Liu Ruyan schemed against him, imprisoning him in the deepest part of the Qinglian Sect’s Demon-Locking Prison, where he was used as a furnace for nightly essence extraction.From that moment, Qinglian Sect’s strength skyrocketed.A hundred years later, Sect Master Liu Ruyan advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, becoming the youngest cultivator on the continent to achieve that realm.A thousand years later, Qinglian Sect transformed into an all-female sect. Among its disciples, nine stood out the most—peerless prodigies known as the “Nine Radiances of Qinglian.”Three thousand years later, Liu Ruyan transcended the Tribulation Stage, attaining immortality. From then on, Qinglian Sect became the ultimate holy land for female cultivators.After ten thousand years under the Great Xia Dynasty, the entire Qinglian Holy Land—composed solely of female cultivators—ascended as one.Rumors spread that a divine entity was nurtured in the deepest layer of the Demon-Locking Prison.Every woman who ventured there emerged completely transformed.The female cultivators of Qinglian Sect whispered among themselves: “Mmm, Senior Brother really is… enormous.”Feilu Novel Network Reminder: This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental. Do not attempt to imitate.

A recurring nightmare afflicted Khan's nights since the Second Impact. His dreams replayed the scenes of the crash of the Nak's spaceship, an alien race that the humans had defeated five hundred years ago.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”