I Become Master of Danger Zones as Incubus With Mastery In Genetic - Chapter 804 - 224

The big guy dresses up as a lonely and old male supporting character, slaps his face and abuses scumbags to fall in love.
small world:
A scumbag male supporting actor who is lonely and old: learning to love with both hands.
The tyrant male supporting role who left the inheritance to the heroine’s son: the family has the throne to inherit.
The deposed prince: what kind of emperor, when the emperor!
Bingshan ex-husband of a book girl: It is impossible to chase after a wife.
The prince of the enemy country who retreated for the heroine: step on the capital and rule the world.
The pet girl mad demon of the group pet text: I pet myself.
Edible Guide: Quickly cross the routine, capitalize the romance! One cp in one world, if you change the world, your feelings will be eliminated. If you don’t like it, don’t enter. 

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