QT: Grace To Grass Counterattack System - Chapter 163 I Became The Top Cultivator With My Harem Of Beauties Beside Me 36

In America in 1995, the flame of the Internet had just been ignited, mobile phones were still bricks, and Hollywood movies had not yet entered the era of special effects. All these will enter another era due to the appearance of Song Yang.

Some media exclaimed that he is a new generation of Howard Hughes, just like what Hughes did back then, leading the trend and making countless people crazy, and Song Yang was worse than the original Hughes, he changed. an era.

But for the media’s comments, Song Yang just left a sentence, “I’m just me, history will give the answer!”

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The antique market that is filled with treasures and trash.

I’ve been reborn? Xiao Ziling, who was facing the eve of the apocalypse, pulled a bitter face. The apocalypse isn’t easy to live in, you know!

In order to have a good life in the future, he must first hug a big, thick thigh. Xiao Ziling’s eyes are on the apocalypse’s future king, Chu Zhitian. He strived to be his reliable and capable Younger Brother, in hopes of being protected under this tree’s shade.

Only, why is it so hard to accomplish this small goal?

This big brother, you are a cheat carrier, you should be able to call the wind and summon the rain. Why the hell are you fighting with me for the Younger Brother position?

That big sister who transmigrated, you want to sponge on my family’s Big Brother? Also, please don’t think of me as a thorn in your side. My sexual orientation is very normal.

Cold-faced little brother, do not always look at me with those suspicious eyes. History has never had someone as ordinary as me. I am a reborn man.

Little sister selling meng, where did you come from? Why are you clearer on future events than I am?

……Your mom, what kind of world is this? Xiao Ziling was left in disarray – this world has a diverse variety of transmigration and rebirth loophole cheats everywhere. Even becoming a younger brother requires you to compete for it. Xiao Ziling was seriously under great pressure!

Seems like a big thick thigh must definitely be hugged securely, Xiao Ziling realized.

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[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.