MTL - Handsome to the Point of Death - Chapter 85 Short-lived clan 6

“Master, the people from the Zhuang family have come to cancel the engagement.”

“My fiancé whose beauty was said to be capable of causing the downfall of a city, finally decided to throw me away?”

“I think so.”

“I want to see this legendary beauty, and confirm whether this bastard is as really great as people said to have no flaws in all 360 degree, a picturesque appearance however you see him; does he need me to help him open the corner of his eyes (Epicanthoplasty) or reshape his chin (Genioplasty)?”

“Actually, he didn’t come.”

“He didn’t? He didn’t even come to cancel the engagement? What a wicked b***h.”

“He definitely will get karma.”

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The war in the kingdom intensified, and the orcs from the North were ready to take action. They traveled through time and became the ninth son of an earl. He was not qualified to inherit the title, but accidentally obtained the daily intelligence system. With the help of the daily intelligence system, he began to build a territory and obtain the title.

[Daily information has been updated]

[1: Renn was wandering around the Lucerne town market today and accidentally bought a life fruit from Mijie’s pulp shop. After taking it, he officially condensed the life seeds]

[2: In the northern part of your territory, there is an extremely rich iron mine among the Golimbo tribe]

[3: In ten days, your territory will be attacked by tauren]

[4. After seven days, there will be a group of unicorns looking for food in the west of your territory]

【5：…………】

[6: Engel Dressrosa seems to have some troubles, coming from the limitations of his own strength]

【7:……】

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