Picked Up A Husband For Farming - Chapter 320 - 320 Xu Jiangzhong Loses His Cool

I had a supporting role in a modern fantasy.

The loyal dog of a villain with an angel’s name, Cheon Sa-yeon, and an unfortunate supporting character who died on his behalf, Han Yi-gyeol.

In order to escape from Cheon Sa-yeon and survive, he must use the protagonist, Ha Tae-heon.

But Ha Tae-heon, who he thought of as a lifeline, was infinitely indifferent to him. Rather, Cheon Sa-yeon showed interest.

But besides that, something strange happened.

The events that occurred in the original story had advanced, and the gate and monster levels had risen. Even the people were “different” from the original.

The original version I was trying to use was wrong.

Do you want to know What happens if a cultured man gets a chance to try his hidden Degenerate and taboo thoughts in real life?Yang Chen, Our Main character, gets this chance. Yang Chen grew up with an obsessive love for older women, and all of his wishes came true when Ambulance-kun sent him into the cycle of reincarnation.He reincarnates in Seraphia, a parallel world of Earth. Several hundred years ago, Abyssal trials descended on this world. people were given role-playing missions after being dragged into the underworld.Yang Chen Awakens the Primordial perverted system and System is a fallen angel and an overpowered milf.With her help, He did many perverted things with the roles assigned to him.Yang Chen did taboo sins and conquered milfs as a Village chief, Principal, Masseur, Doctor, Teacher, etc...When He was done with ghost humans, Yang Chen's claws reached out to other races, such as vampires, Succubus, Zombies, foxes, etc...

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”