Devouring The Heavens - Chapter 288: The Saint of the Fighting Dragon

Dress up as a man#

What is White Moonlight?

The white moonlight is like the bright moon in the sky.

What I can’t get is always acting as a real. Bai Yueguang. As a real. Bai Yueguang. Wen Xien takes the plot seriously, but every time the plot collapses, I can’t bear to look directly.

The scene of a large Shura field.

Sports students who are gradually becoming crazy: “Aren’t we best friends? Isn’t it enough to have me?”

The step-brother who gradually revealed his true nature: “No one in this world loves you except me.”

The opponent who gradually criticized: “They can, why can’t I.”

Gradually perverted junior: “I want to tear you apart, I want to be one with you.”

Wen Xien “…Tong, your mission goals are so perverted, do you know?”

The system sneered: “I forced you out!”

This is a story of a small craftsman who turned the mission target into a snake spirit disease.

- Description from novelbuddy

Molitia Clemence was born sickly.

She forgot to cover herself with a blanket and caught a cold. She woke up next to her husband after 10 days just because of a slight cold.

Molitia barely survived between the thin threads of life and death. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that her husband was somehow acting differently than usual…?!

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“Have you eaten?” (Husband)

“Yes.” (Molitia)

“This is the belly of a person who ate?” (Husband)

He frowned as he stroked her flat lower abdomen. He held her wrist carefully, as if it would break. His voice rose.

“Why is your wrist so thin? Are you even human?” (Husband)

“That’s…” (Molitia)

“Butler!” (Husband)

The butler rushed to his angry voice, fidgeting with his wrists.

“Get me food for my wife to eat. Something that will help her stay healthy. Anything is fine.” (Husband)

Molitia’s mouth opened at her husband’s words, but no sound came out. ‘I just had a meal?’

【Brain battles + leveling up + girls chasing + mild suspenseful reasoning. 】

“I can read minds and I understand psychology.

I can identify everything and even predict my own death.

However, if no girl confesses to me every 30 days, I will die.

The good news is, I've successfully picked up many girls.

The bad news is, the girls who can't have me are starting to go to extremes.

If anyone sees this message, please call an ambu——#$%^&*(……”

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