The Tender Beauty is Sweetly Doted in the 20th Century Novel! - Chapter 70 - 68: Country Folk Are All the Same

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As soon as Qin Feng opened his eyes, he was horrified to find himself lying in a drafty thatched hut. The problem was that he was still in his villa! What was even more horrifying was that there was another man lying under the blanket next to his legs!

“You, you, who are you?”

The man quietly sat up, exposing his upper body. He looked at him fixedly for a moment, then took a broken bowl from the table by the bed. He said in a muffled voice, “Wife, drink this water.”

Qin Feng rolled his eyes and fainted. Without permission, it is forbidden to reproduce or adapt it. Violators must be investigated.

“Mr. Gatson, there’s a little boy at the reception claiming to be your ancestor.”“Chase him out!”“I don’t dare to, his face looks like a younger version of you!”“...”Five years ago, everyone thought she had passed in the orchestrated explosion.Five years later, she returned with her adorable four-year-old and over a hundred million fans.Immediately, some people started panicking, and all sorts of schemes to defame and frame her came one after another.She kept her cool and dealt with their tricks one by one, destroying the menacing whore, and collecting evidence to make her enemies pay for their deeds.And finally, she was accidentally pampered to no end by the most valuable man in the city!

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.