MTL - Crossing Over I Became a Married Peasant Woman - Chapter 687 arrange

Start a planet, civilization depends on creation.

Wang Yi, a young man in the 21st century, by chance and coincidence, his soul traveled to a world where everyone has the opportunity to awaken the planet.

The larger the diameter of the planet, the more advanced the transformed energy, and the stronger the civilization created.

Someone obtains the energy of the planet as “Martial Arts True Qi”, and uses the creation sand table to create a martial arts civilization. The people on the planet are warriors.

Someone obtains the energy of the planet as “Xiandao Zhenyuan”, uses the creation sand table to create an immortal civilization, and the people on the planet are all practitioners!

Some people gain planetary energy as “fighting qi”, use the creation sand table to create a fighting qi civilization, and the people on the planet are all fighters!

Someone obtains the energy of the planet as “soul power”, and uses the creation sand table to create a soul civilization, and the people on the planet are all soul masters!

It is “magic” for someone to obtain planetary energy, use the creation sandbox to create a magical civilization, and the people on the planet are all magicians!

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Everyone is trying their best to evolve a magical civilization system.

However, Wang Yi used the memory of his previous life to start the evolution of the “prehistoric” civilization!

“Your world-destroying laser cannon is powerful, and I have Pangu, the son of Dao! A single ax down will bring your world back to chaos!”

“Your thousands of angels are powerful, I have three thousand Chaos Demon Gods, and I will beat you every minute!”

“Your dark army is awesome, I have a Buddhist quasi-sage who will transform you in minutes!”

“…”

This is a story of crushing all kinds of extraordinary civilizations with prehistoric civilizations!

Ps: This book is purely fictitious, any similarity is purely coincidental! Do not imitate!

Don’t spray if you don’t like it!

- Description from novelbuddy

Mythical Abode Mountain, Cloud’s End Cliff, the most dangerous of Azure Cloud Continent’s four deadly areas. Cloud’s End Cliff’s base is known as the Grim Reaper’s Cemetery.

There are two gods in the world, one lives in people's hearts and is dead. The other lives in reality and is alive.He is a person, he is named God. Yes, he is the one being talked about.He has returned from Hell.

[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ]“Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.”Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy.Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life.What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes?--------------Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned!--------------Sneak Peek:He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told.Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”