MTL - Tokyo Bubble Life - Chapter 66 066, tease the girl in the morning, be kind all day

In the dream, Yi Meng will incarnate various non-human beings in the beautiful heavens.

Justice League, the first Doomsday head of Superman’s Kryptonian homeworld. Marvel Universe, Artificial Intelligence of Iron Man’s Daughter. Harry Potter, The Sword of Gryffindor at Hogwarts.

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When the people of the motherland came to reality, they looked up to the sky and laughed maniacally, trying to become the gods of all mankind.

Yi Meng decided not to pretend.

“People from the motherland invaded the real world? Fortunately, I am the Doomsday Superman!”

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This is the tale of Arin, a once kind-hearted and gentle child, now a man hardened by the cruelty of society and the brutal trials of life—a man transformed into a ruthless criminal, devoid of mercy. As his world was collapsing, fate transported him to a new realm. This world, more vicious and savage than his own, was steeped in magic and dark mysteries.Ironically, it was in this fearsome world that Arin, now an undead being, began to rediscover his lost humanity. Through battles and bloodshed, amidst the clash of sorcery and steel, he started to reclaim the compassion he once hated. This is not just a story of survival but a saga of transformation. Follow Arin’s journey as he rises to power, determined to become the ruler of this harsh world. In a twist of fate, he now seeks to save the very humanity he once wanted to destroy.

When he was engrossed in the Wizard World, Roger unexpectedly transmigrated to a world that seemed familiar yet strange.In this place, the legendary monsters actually existed, disguising themselves among the populace and becoming a part of this world.Starting from a deserted island, Roger began his career as a Demon Hunter.Although he had an inborn golden touch after transmigrating, what made him somewhat helpless was that it wasn't him with the cheat, but rather just a dilapidated house ready to collapse...After a long time, when Roger ascended to the castle surrounded by mountain peaks,he couldn't help but let out a sincere exclamation:“From a cabin to a castle, the house is too big and hard to manage!”…………This is the story of a Demonic Hunter living in the modern world.

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”