The Legend of Futian - Chapter 430: Later, He Died

A life filled with regrets.Once he realized his faults and decided to lead a new life, it was too late.His family was already gone.He had borne through each day with pure rage.Finally at the end of his misery, his wish reached the heavens—an unforgiven one.He goes against fate to raise his sword.

*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.]

Terminally ill before even reaching the age of 40, Song Nuanyi awaited a gloomy end. Her death just happened to clash with her son’s wedding. Yet, her children, who she painstakingly raised, her mother-in-law, who she served for so many years, and her husband, who she exchanged vows with to love and cherish forever, none of them noticed her. When they finally discovered her corpse, they simply said, “Just bury it.”

Everyone else went on to enjoy the wedding while her funeral was empty with no visitors. No, one person did come. She watched as the person she despised cried his heart out in front of her grave, revealing his love for her. The sorrow in his voice made tears well up in her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she had returned in time to the day before her wedding. The memories of her past life were still vivid in her mind. She hurried to the race track and found the man to blurt out, “I’m getting married tomorrow. Don’t you want to crash the wedding? Don’t you want to steal me away?”

The man was stunned before snickering. “Ms. Song, did you hit your head?” She added insistently, “I’m asking you one last time, are you brave enough to come?” The man did not answer but pulled out a credit card instead. “Ms. Song, if something is wrong with your head, go and have it checked.” She took the card and said, “I’ll take this as your betrothal gift.”

Having said that, she left. The man was dumbstruck, as he never expected her to take his card.

News of the self-righteous young lady of the Song family seeking out the capital’s number one playboy, Young Master Jin, spread quickly. Someone asked the man what happened, but he just blew a whistle and said, “Come along with me tomorrow. We have a big business to do.”

Song Nuanyi was anxious because she did not know when he started liking her in their past life. Would he even show up tomorrow?

Character Setting:

Song Nuanyi – self-righteous, aloof, noble young lady

Wu Chenjin – frivolous, dandy, young master

“Let’s get a divorce,” Chen Jinyao said.

She knew that she was only a supporting character in this novel world. The male lead only married her as a business relationship and, sooner or later, the female lead of the story would eventually show up.

If Chen Jinyao was indecisive about leaving, only heartbreak would follow.

Something pulled her thin white wrist, and next thing she knew, she was pushed down and pressed against a pillow. Yan Cheng’s peach blossom eyes bored into her in discontent as he declared, “Only in your dreams!”

After spending a colorful night, she was too tired to lift a finger.

When she fell asleep in Yan Cheng’s arms, she had a dream.

In her dream, she had turned 80 years old.

But can someone tell her why she still hadn’t left the marriage at that age?