Pampered By All In Different Planes - Chapter 388 - 363: Is the Birth Mother Indifferent Like a Chrysanthemum? The Young Mistress Sabotages Effortlessly 3_2

A once-opportunistic boy is reborn into a world of his dreams, equipped with a strong system. And he can do anything he ever dreams of.Beautiful woman? YesS*x? YesYuri? NONTR? NOSo come and enjoy the novel I write for fun.PS: This novel is fantasy and has nothing to do with the real world.

A playboy who slept with woman and cucked many husbands was reincarnated in the Cultivation world with a Dual Cultivation System, that gives him points to screw women which he uses to become strongWhat kind of chaos will he cause in the Cultivation world!!!???

It’s said that the prince of virtue had almighty martial arts. It’s said that the prince of virtue had the most handsome appearance in the world. It’s said that the prince of virtue was brilliant. But all was legend! A fire ruined his wonderful appearance and his legs. Even the talented bride under their marriage agreement were replaced furtively. Ye Liu-li was his bad-luck substitutive princess. She went a long way to graduate from Medical University and had her internship with pain and joy. Who knew that in order to save a suicide patient, she fell off the building and crossed time into a “chessman” of prime minister. She had also been married to the disabled prince replacing her elder sister. On the wedding night, when most other couples were having their romantic night, she was thrilled. It didn’t matter. Revenge never came too late. She would never let go of any of them who entrapped her or harmed her.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”