God-tier Farm - Chapter 3803 Good will be rewarded (1)

[Both men and women are strong and clean, cool and lovable, and boldly jump into the pit]

This is a story of a waste material and a concubine who turned into a genius, and a story about the hardship of a black-bellied prince in pursuit of his wife.

“Have you heard, Qing Yunge is crazy!”

“I heard, don’t mess with her if you mess with the King of Hell.”

The first killer of the Dark Moon Alliance in the 21st century, Jue Ge, died at one point, and actually transmigrated into the first waste. Not only was he extremely poisonous, but his appearance was ugly?

It’s a joke, she Qing Yunge is not the direct daughter of the Qing family in the past, the royal family is a fork, and they will all let you perish!

Consolidate jade bones, restore face; control mysterious beasts, call legions; break spirit formations, practice magic pills.

The Divine Phoenix Nirvana, the return of the Divine Phoenix, the Chaos Spirit Tool, the sword that shook the world, and from then on became the master of the nine clans.

Until that day, it suddenly changed, disappeared in an instant, and transformed overnight.

The Nine Clan Wars, the Four Kingdoms turmoil, the Mysterious Beast riots, the situation is surging.

She turned the clouds and covered the rain, covered the world with her hands, and the turbulent waves were all contained, and she was able to set the world.

Leng Yanqing, arrogant and arrogant: “I want these nine clans.”

Someone smiled with thin lips and raised his chin lightly: “Then you, I want it”

【Wonderful little theater】

One day, in the Orc Realm, in the area of ​​the Flame Mountains, the girl who was chased halfway across the continent finally couldn’t help but glared at the man behind her.

So, facing the raging fire and the eyes of countless fire-type profound beasts, she said gloomily, “Can you not follow me?

Turning a blind eye to her, the man’s folding fan closed with a snap, and looked at him with a warm smile: “That’s not good, you promised to be my daughter-in-law.”

“When did I agree?” She gritted her teeth, she was really a black-bellied, cunning and insidious villain.

“Qingqing, have you forgotten? In the past, at the banquet, I gave you a jade pendant, and you returned it with a sachet.” He said slowly, “You and I have exchanged tokens of love, and it’s long overdue to get engaged.”

“Fart, it’s you who fucked me!” she said angrily.

“Well, I’m jealous of you.” He was kind, and then raised his eyebrows and smiled, “That’s because I fell in love with you at first sight.”

“Why don’t you be more shameless?” She just felt like she was going to be pissed off.

“I’m all shameless… Madam let me kiss and you’ll know.” He smiled sweetly, “Are you kissing?”

“I kiss you uncle!” She jumped up, just wanting to punch this peerless face.

He actually pondered for a while, and then refused righteously: “No, you are my daughter-in-law, you can only kiss me.”

Qing Yunge sighed up to the sky, covered her face and wept, she really wished she had never known this black-bellied person.

【Special Note】

1. This article is about one person for the rest of your life

2. The heroine is not a virgin, not a novice, and not a good person.

3. Regularly update, do not abandon the pit, and jump boldly.

- Description from novelbuddy

Three Days of Happiness is a novel by Sugaru Miaki, also known as Fafoo. It’s a rewritten version of the story originally posted to 2ch.

The premise of the story revolves around a shop where one can sell away the remaining years of their life, and the consequences of doing so.

“I Say A Little Prayer” is a short related story which was posted along with the novel’s release. It spoils some things about the main story, but nothing major.

#MATURECONTENT #SMUT #REDFLAGHer Ex says “You're something that can't be shown in public Penny. You're fat, fat repels people and worse you're ugly.”Her sister says, “Take a good look at yourself, Penny. I'm better looking than you, why wouldn't Chris choose me?”Her mother says, “You're an embarrassment. I wish you were dead.”Her stepfather says, “You're useless and will never amount to anything.”Their servants say, “She's a product of rape. The child that had ruined her mother's life.”But he says, “You're my life. My wife. My everything. Anyone who dares bully you will have me to contend with.”After being betrayed by her ex and sister, Penelope is deceived into marriage with a mad Billionaire.But what she thought to be a curse, turned out to be the sweetest thing in the world. It was surprising how much the madman dotted on her and was ready to kill anyone who touched his wife.Excerpts,“I... I'm fat, nobody wants to be with fat a girl.” She blurted out, hoping he would stop trying to rip off the sheets from her body if he was aware of it.It's a norm for men to hate fat women. They get easily turned off when they see the larger boobs, flat wide ass, and pot belly. But the man before her didn't seem like he cared.“I have eyes, woman,” he said flatly. This man must truly be crazy. His hand slid higher, the sheet slipping between his fingers and she panicked even more.“I'm uneducated. Unemployed and eat a drum of food every day.” Penny continued. She would do anything, anything to make him see her as unattractive.“I drive a Tata Nano car. The cheapest car in the world. I'm useless, a product of rape, and a shapeless cow. How can you still want me after all these?” Penny cried out.“Then why are you here?” His voice turned cold, anger burning in his eyes. He had no idea why such a beautiful woman would look down on herself like this.“B... Because I... I was forced to marry you.” She said hoping he would let her go, but it seemed her words only fueled him more.“Is that so?” His breath warmed her skin as he leaned in, his lips a hairsbreadth from her ear. A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he watched her tremble.“Then you're mine now. My wife. Mine alone.” He growled.

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.