Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart - Chapter 135 - 134 The Forgotten Uncle Niu

Yun Ran, mercenary queen of the apocalyptic world unexpectedly transmigrated into the ugly, stupid second lady of the Prime Minister’s mansion with two little adorable three-year-old kids. Adorable baby 1 was a genius poison doctor who had a photographic memory and was “unremarkable”.Adorable baby 2 awakened the ultimate spiritual root that only appeared once every thousand years. When he pounds the ground with his small fist, the ground would shake. As for her, she had a spatial pocket with treasures in it. She contracted an ancient divine beast and refined peerless divine pills!***

Just as Yun Ran was gearing up to experience the joy of beating up scumbags…Can someone tell her why these few bigshots suddenly appeared before her?! The top tyrant: “I have a throne that you should inherit when you have the time.” The cold-blooded war god: “I think you have the talent to be a great general. Look at the millions of soldiers I have…” The best royal merchant: “Come, I’ll let you taste the joy of being the richest woman in the world.” Sinister state preceptor: “I’ll stab and curse whoever bullies you.” A certain ghost king traps her in his arms and snorts coldly, “Close the door and release the demons. No one should even think of coveting my treasure.” Yun Ran: “???”***

Rumor has it that the ghost king, Mo Beiyuan, has a pair of ghostly eyes. He was born under the destructive lone star, was bad towards women and was the most messed up character in all five countries. Yun Ran not only messed with him, but also wormed her way into his heart.#He was once a demon in the darkness, but he was willing to step out of the abyss of hell for her.#

For eighteen long years, Jon fought a relentless battle against a terminal illness, confined to a hospital bed and in the constant shadow of death. However, fate had much bigger plans for him.The destiny of a God-Emperor promised by ancient and mysterious prophecies.Chosen as the Messiah by an Omnipotent and Omniscient God, Jon is thrown into a world on the brink of a devastating war, where his decisions will determine whether humanity perishes or has the chance to continue existing.Facing the terrible army of the undead and raised as a bastard in Winterfell despite his noble origins, Jon must quickly strengthen himself for the final battle that will decide the fate of civilization.But his path to the Iron Throne is full of challenges: as well as defeating supernatural enemies, he will have to face a treacherous politics, where kind words hide dark and deadly intentions.The fate of all human civilization rests on his shoulders.(Elements of Game Of Thrones/Dune/Warhammer)*Harem: Three wives and a mistress*Netorare or Netori: Absolutely NOT*Yuri: No.*R-18: Yes.*Gore: Yes.The Chronicles of Ice and Fire.

On one spring evening when I was eight years old, I, Erica, Duke of Aurelia’s daughter, realized something.

[Warning: Mature content R-18 ]My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre.As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade, a masterpiece of folded steel, dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however, they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon.Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic.Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated:“[Project God Executioner has been activated.]”“[Accept?]” the voice asked.With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise, not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.