MTL - Don’t Learn Mandarin Ducks - Chapter 50 Minato shameless!

When Qiao Moyu awakened, she found herself in a novel world and had become the villainess who was loathed by the President, the story’s male protagonist.

Qiao Moyu, the President’s childhood friend, came to his door whilst holding a baby, but the man said he won’t take any responsibility since the child wasn’t his!

As she stared at her adorable and proud little toddler, Qiao Moyu decided to take this chance to raise her son while having a fresh start in her acting career. As for the other problems, she’ll just take it easy!

However, a few months later ~

President: “You’re not some disgusting mosquito blood, you’re my white moonlight (first love).”

Luo Luo: “Mama, he’s not Baobei’s father. Baobei doesn’t want him.”

A certain Film Emperor: “I want both you and the child.”

Online fans: “Qiao Moyu is ours!”

Richard, who was born with a broken body, thought that this medieval world was outrageous enough, with knights, dragons, witches, and giant beasts.But he didn’t expect to meet Cinderella right after gaining territory. Her 1.8-meter-long legs were so charming that they could crush people to death.It turned out that this was a fairy tale world, or a dark fairy tale.Without saying anything, Master Richard directly helped Cinderella fill up her puffs.Wait, why does the system prompt that Cinderella is a witch? Or a yandere?The 36D dangerous Little Red Riding Hood, the white and tender Snow White, and the long-sleeping Sleeping Beauty are all witches.Different witches can bring different benefits to the lord Richard.Yeah!The master is going to overthrow the world, establish an empire, collect witches, and fill up!

Du Xiao Li, the legendary person all look up to, yet couldn’t ward off the ridiculousness of fate!

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”