MTL - Shadow Bear Tibbers’ Plane Journey - Chapter 49 Remember the leader who spoke in the winter playground?

In the realm of cultivating the nine states, the Taoist court is unified, the aristocratic families are oppressed, the sects are monopolized, and the barriers to Taoism are tight.

The monks at the bottom have no way to practice Buddhism, lack spiritual stones, and have a hard time living.

Ten-year-old Mo Hua was born with a weak body, was born as a Buddhist monk, and came from a poor family.

Even if he practices hard, he may only be a humble ant-like Qi-refining monk throughout his life.

Until a Tao tablet appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

You can comprehend the heavenly formations and infinitely enhance your spiritual consciousness.

Ink painting will use the Taoist stele to break down the barriers of Taoism, create supreme spiritual consciousness, fully understand the formations of the Immortal Tao, and strive for the road to immortality…

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No system, pure time travel, relying on intelligence and knowledge to control the situation, do not enter if you do not like it.-----------------------The protagonist travels to the Republic of France and becomes a quasi-rich third generation in a family of agricultural tractors.Unfortunately, it is near Paris. The Germans will soon come here, and to preserve the family, France must be saved.Gallieni: “God, the enemy actually presented their flank to us!”Xia Fei: “This can't be true, could it be a trap?”Protagonist: “The food is ready, go ahead, do I need to feed it to your mouth?”German Army: “Is this a tractor factory? What are these steel monsters that are impervious to knives and guns?”

*Caution**TABOO CONTENT**STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT*THIS CONTENT IS VERY HARMFUL FOR A NORMAL PERSON'S MIND.__________________________________Leon is a MILF lover, an orphan and a virgin.He has a single goal in his mind, Fuck a MILF who is not a prostitute.But, Unfortunately before Leon could've completed his dream, he died accidentally due to an Angel's mistake.In order to make up for his mistake, The angel promised Leon another life in a magical but rather backward and undeveloped world.He let Leon choose three skills of his choice.[Skill Crafter (F)]“You can only craft F-rank skills with this, are you sure you want this skill ?” The angel asked with a confused expression.“Yes.” Leon replied.[inspect][Adaptive Body]...With these three skills Leon's soul possessed the body of Leon Luster who has a widow MILF step-mother and a married busty hot step-sister whose husband only comes home once every year.“Wait... so in this world Sex is like a five minute duty ? that means women here don't know anything about pleasure ? hehehehe.”“what do you mean we have no bed and have to sleep together on one matress mom ?”“I can't take this, let's make a skill...”[Touch Of Lust]Will Leon make his dream come true ? or will he get more than he asked for ?[NOTE: COVER IS NOT MINE, IF THE OWNER WANTS ME TO REMOVE IT. I WILL DO SO IMMEDIATELY.]

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?”