MTL - Noble Emblem - Chapter 1148 Weird brain flower

Zhi Yao is a little fox, soft fur, sweet face, loves to act coquettishly. Everyone in A Country knows that the heart meat of Pei Chi Yao is this little fox.

But no one knows that this little fox is actually a fox spirit that can transform into a human.

Pei Chi Yao: “After raising you for so long, have you thought about how to repay me?”

Zhi Yao: “I’ve given you kisses, hugs, pets, what more do you want?”

The man leaned over, smiling wickedly, “Of course it’s to… give me some little fox cubs.”

【Bright avoidance of sensitive content】 This is not a story where the female lead is OP. The female lead is soft, easy to push down. Those who like strong female leads please do not enter. If you feel the female lead is too saintly in parts, please exit immediately! Don’t make yourself unhappy! Thanks for understanding!

Reincarnated into the AV world after offering 100TB of adult videos to a deity, where countless erotic events unfold!AV | Harem | Exhibition | Slave | SMUT

[Space + Farming + Escape from Famine] The apocalyptic boss Bai Wutong took Space World to ancient times, and before he was happy, he found himself in a troubled era of escape!

Murder and robbery, making money and killing people, the price of sitting on the ground can be found everywhere.

Come up, she will kill two people.

She was kind enough to save someone, but she was deceived, stalked, and insisted on following her.

If that’s the case, don’t blame her for being jealous.

After finally settling down, he was assigned to the frontier to open up wasteland.

The sky is high, the emperor is far away, the fast piston is immortal, and Bai Wutong can’t ask for it.

Several years passed.

Bai Wutong accidentally led the richest man of the previous dynasty, the prime minister, the commander of the dark guard camp, the contemporary great Confucianism, the female saint, the magical doctor… and turned the barren land into a rich and noble town that everyone is craving.

The emperor came here with his ministers admiringly, looked at it, and was dumbfounded.

Isn’t the man who poured tea and water beside Bai Wutong the eldest son who has been dead for several years?

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