I Can Replicate Martial Arts - Chapter 97 - 62: The Fading Figure

Meng Xiyue had no intention of entering into the book “Deep Sad Love: The Little Wife Runs with the Ball”, but fortunately, she was just a passerby.

Looking at the love between the male and female protagonists, Meng Xi’s crescent moon was sour and she determined the standard of mate selection: her other half must have a positive outlook, no pits in her head, and calmness in any situation, preferably not a love brain.

Then one day, Meng Xiyue met the villainous female partner in the book…

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2. Mo De’s feelings Meng Xiyue × brain tonic drama jingle Xia Yu’an
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Failing in his job hunting, Sanada Kyouichirou was hopeless in this society. When kyouichirou had thrown himself towards the bottom of a cliff. When he woke up his body had returned towards when he was in fifth grade of elementary school. He did not want to have any regrets in this life so he had decided on building up an harem in this second life.

The elder sister that he admired, a senior and president of the student council at a school for rich young girls, a strong minded upper classman at school. The poison fang of Kyouichirou who had pretended to be a innocent child attacks those girls.

A poor and ordinary boy from a village joins a minor sect in Jiang Hu and becomes an Unofficial Disciple by chance. How will Han Li, a commoner by birth, establish a foothold for himself in his sect? With his mediocre aptitude, how will he successfully traverse the path of cultivation and become an immortal?

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY. Contains explicit smut, omegaverse, knotting, and mpreg.]“Fuck, still so tight.”That's the first thing I hear after dying.Not a heavenly choir, not a wise guide explaining the mechanics of reincarnation, just a voice like dark honey and broken glass, breath scorching hot against my neck, and a body that absolutely isn't mine rolling its hips back like it has no objections whatsoever to what's happening to it.I have objections, so many objections.My body has apparently decided to hold a separate meeting without me.I was twenty-eight, overworked to the point of literal death, and had never so much as kissed anyone seriously. None of that seems to matter to the omega body I've just woken up in.. currently making desperate, broken sounds into expensive silk sheets, trembling around a knot that shouldn't feel this good, this full, this.. right, while my actual mind is still standing in the corner going what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK???By the time I finally see his face, it's far too late for dignity. Gray eyes cold as a winter storm, features sharp enough to cut, the kind of beautiful that doesn't ask permission before it ruins you.It gets so much worse when I learn his name.Wuchen Bael, my sister's fiance, the man who looked me dead in the eye afterward and said, without blinking..“Round two?”And I haven't even gotten to the part where I find out I'm pregnant.