Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space - Chapter 573 - 568: Miao Qingqing Meets the Child

-Unfortunately, someone reported my cover, so I won’t be able to upload a new one until August 7-Genre: Hentai/Dark Fantasy[Warning: sexually explicit content]No one in this world loves MILFs quite like Ren Volkom—and it’s all because of his adoptive mother: the gorgeous businesswoman Isabelle Lazar, who first opened his eyes to the magical world of sex.But there's more to it.Ren’s obsession with mature women isn’t just about chasing the forbidden dream of every eighteen-year-old.What Ren truly loves… is their blood.That’s why, every night, he hunts for new MILFs to eat... and it’s not just their blood he’s after.

Liang Sheng travels through another world, starting with a child with dull talent.

Chizi is dull: sincere heart, perseverance, extremely slow cultivation speed, no bottleneck in the world.

But what if there is no bottleneck in the world?

Cultivation speed is extremely slow, it is rubbish.

But when he practiced the Changchun Kungfu, which was only at the ninth level, and broke through to the tenth level and extended his life for another 20 years, he suddenly realized.

It turns out that this is the true world where there is no bottleneck in any method, and any method can break through the limit and continue to practice.

That being the case, one health-preserving exercise is not enough, so I will practice ten!

If ten is not enough, then twenty!

All in all, I want to live forever!

PS: There are already high-definition novels with over 10 million words, “The World Doesn’t Know How Strong I Am” and “The Ferryman in the Yellow Spring”.

- Description from novelbuddy

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…