Please Stop Talking - Chapter 490

For the sake of his family, Ren embarked on the popular VRMMORPG, COVENANT, that used real-time in-game currency. But being a mediocre player who only knows how to gather information, he was put in a supporting role.

As the game explodes in popularity and every multibillion-dollar company invested in the game, things have turned for the worse for Ren. Due to the amount of information he gathered, the cheats, secrets, quests, and bugs he discovered, he was silent in fear of selling the information to the other guilds.

But given a second chance, he went back in time when his father was still alive and COVENANT was just in its starting phase.

This time . . . he wouldn’t be that guy on the side who gathered information from day in and day out for ten years.

Equipped with the games knowledge he accumulated, he will become . . . an Alchemist!

Chrono Mage? Djin Master? Summoner? Necromancer?
Chaos Lord?

What good are those?

Sure they’re powerful and rare classes and sought after by guilds, but it’s the alchemist who forged artifacts and concocts rare items and potions that gets the most coins at the end of the day!

It was better than being a blacksmith or a crafter! Plus, he could use all sorts of magic without limit to race and class!

It was the ultimate class! And no one even knows it!

A strange dark entity approaches the milky way galaxy. A new era was about to begin and it would choose the fateful one.

Joey always thought that he was unlucky and hopeless. From an early age, he was brought up by the church and ended up adopted by a couple. From then on, his life became not so easy. Poor in studies, abused by his parents.

One day after school, he was hit by a car after saving an old man. “Am I going to die like this? ” He thought. Then the old man suddenly hit his forehead with a strange stone.

He is the heir of Di Hao Group; decisive, cold-blooded yet dotes on his wife a little too much.

“Husband, I think I want to rear a pet. What do you think we should rear?”

“Rear you.”

“Husband, I want to change bed sheets. Which material do you think is the most comfortable to sleep on?”

“You.”

“………”

Zhuang Nai Nai: Can’t he speak properly for once?

One day, somebody asked the man, “Why are you always the first one to bow your head every time you two fight?”

Si Zheng Ting: “I am 185 cm, she is 165 cm. Of course I have to bow down to speak to her.”

To put it short, this is a story about a black-belly president, his wife and their effort to conceive children after marriage.

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A few years ago, the rumored delicate and fragile wheelchair bound beauty of the Rong Family was kidnapped by someone.

While everyone panicked and burned their heads looking for her, only one man was able to find her.

Rong Mo carefully asked the tall and gloomy man before her. “Will…..you continue to protect me?”

The man took one glance at her immobile legs and pale tender face and answered. ”No”

“Then why did you rescue me?”

She waited for a long time before she heard him say lightly. “It was along the way.”

A few years ago, Rong Mo thought this man’s blood must be cold. It was only many years later that he really did become the true sense of the word ‘bodyguard’, and she finally ‘‘experienced’ the warmth and hot blood that his body always had.

Afterwards, Rong Mo sat on her wheelchair in the school garden and looked at the man pretending to be a school worker at a far distance. She reached her hand out to him and said. “Hey. Come over here and lift me up. I need to get to class.”

Nie Feizhan: “….”

“Aren’t you my bodyguard?”

‘I’m only a school worker.” Nie Feizhan reminded her. ”I’m just here to do menial labor.”

“Then menial labor school worker, come here and carry me.”

Afterwards-

“Hey, the bodyguard over there, come here and carry me. I want to go to sleep.”

Nie Feizhan took big steps over. “Are you sure you want me to carry you into the bedroom?”

Rong Mo retreated slightly. “Didn’t you dislike carrying me?”

Nie Feizhan paused and bent down to sweep her off her chair. He said through almost gnashed teeth. “I can’t bear to pick you up everyday and put you in my pocket and you still think that’s not enough like?”

The previous Nie Feizhan: I don’t want to tease her.

I don’t have any interest in cute girls.

I don’t want to protect her, not one bit.

I also won’t fall madly in love with her in the future.

The future Nie Feizhan: Only I can carry her from her chair.

Whomever dares to touch her will be gambling his life away with me.

This is the story of a weak and frail gorgeous heiress vs her manly and protective bodyguard.

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