MTL - Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories - Chapter 1294 Xiaoye is also named last night

Caution: This novel contains R18 content. Doomsday had arrived overnight. Zombies roamed every corner and humanity had suffered a massive setback.

“Son, do you know what this is?”

Thanos raised his golden gloves, and the six Infinity Stones shone with pleated radiance: “If I snap my fingers, you will turn into dust in the wind.”

“Dad doesn’t believe it.”

Fang Mo, who was wearing an endless suit, slowly shook his head, and pointed the Universal Sword in his hand at Thanos Nawa’s bright purple head: “Don’t talk about the Infinity Stones today, even the Heart of the Universe can’t save your dog’s life!”

“Do you know what this is? This is the begging jade!”

Madara Uchiha stood in mid-air and laughed wildly: “It is the strongest spear and the strongest shield, there is nothing it can’t destroy!”

“You really haven’t seen anything hard…” Fang Mo took out a piece of bedrock with a grinning smile: “Dare you dare to compare with it!?”

“Is this… the Sage’s Stone?”

Edward stared blankly at the red crystal in front of him: “Can it ignore the law of equivalent exchange?”

“Well, in a sense, it can only be regarded as the basis for an equivalent exchange.”

Fang Mo touched the portable conversion table in his hand: “But if you want, I can consider sending you a set.”

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When the fourth natural disaster met the mysterious island module, the cube man finally began to bring disaster to the world.

(To reiterate, the stand-in is Steve, the protagonist of Minecraft, not Captain America, this is the MC text…

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A decision can destroy the sun, moon and stars. A finger can kill the Heavenly Overlord. While chatting, the Heaven and ten worlds can be annihilated.

A poor little kid walks out from a remote mountain area while holding the Nine Dragons and the Incredible Cauldron. With a control over the time and space eternally, he embarks on the Path to God where he defies the odds of the boundless universe gaudily by fighting against royalty and clashing with the legendary generation.

“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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