The Rise Of Australasia - Chapter 1193 - 892 Paris Unprotected

Fate had never been kind to Ji Ning. Wracked by illnesses and infirm his entire life on Earth, Ji Ning knew early on that he would die as a teenager. What he didn’t know was that there really was such a thing as life after death and that the multiverse was a far larger place than he thought.

Ophelia von Aubessec, an Empress ruling over millions gets slain.Regressing back to her body 300 years ago, she sets her sights on getting revenge on the forces who had managed to kill her.By using her knowledge of the future, she builds her own Empire, wins back the lovers she lost, and discovers the secrets of the system she had been provided.---------This is a dark novel and IT IS HAREM. However, it may travel more into a polygamous relationship due to the complications of a harem.There are also R18 scenes sprinkled about, so please read responsibly.

Feng Fan, a high school senior with dreams of becoming a successful Xianxia web novelist, never imagined his life would turn into the very story he aspired to write.Summoned to another world alongside his entire class, he finds himself thrust into the White Crow Sect, a place for cultivating immortality.However, his talent for Qi Cultivation is deemed the lowest possible.Just as despair threatens to consume him, Feng Fan discovers his unique cheat ability: Mind-Reading. Armed with this secret ability, he maneuvers through schemes, outwits his enemies, charms beauties, and ascends the heavens!“Feng Fan, do you dare to steal my legacy?” Third rate-villain 1“Feng Fan, you bastard, you stole my wife! I’ll erase your clan from existence!” Third rate-villain 2“Please, improve your plans, I can see your schemes from miles away!” Feng Fan.#comedy #cultivation #yandere #tsundere #transmigration #r18 #faceslapping #haremDisclaimer: This is a COMEDY cultivation novel, the comedy is the main point.NO ntr, NO yuri

One day, in front of my eyes appeared a silver-haired Goddess.

What kind of bullsh*t is this woman spouting?

“…What?”

No, I’m not.