The Walker Of Voids - Chapter 118 Classes [4] - Rogue & Staff Combat

Feng Zao, the Earth pharmacist who somehow traveled to the Zerg, reluctantly accepted the fact.

Met the other half who wants to start a family and want to be together forever. Then started the road of romantic love wife.

The Zerg native resident Hughes is tall and tall. Because his appearance is not the type that male insects like and his personality is dull, he always thought that he would be assigned to the male insect by the main brain system.

The first time I saw Hughes, Feng Zao’s eyes lit up: This is the sportsman I like, ah, damn it! How can I get in touch with him.

It was the first time that Hughes had red ears, and he pretended to be calm, but his heart kept beating: This male is so cute, I want to rua~

“Hugh, let’s have an egg, okay? We also have a baby bug, preferably one that looks like you.”

“…Listen to the hero,” he said in his heart: it’s better to be like the hero, the miniature version of the hero must be cute.

One day, Hughes received another call from the Bug Cub Academy.

“Master, the little worm is in trouble again”

Content tags: Childbirth Interstellar Sweet Text

Search keywords: Protagonist: Feng Zaoxius ┃ Supporting role: Kodak Anwen ┃ Others: Gentle, inferior and sweet pet

One sentence introduction: I just want a sweet life

Concept: A happy little romance can always be found in a plain and simple life.

- Description from novelbuddy

“Was trying to forget my past and live a peaceful life… a mistake?”His twentieth birthday was supposed to be a celebration, not his final moments—bleeding out on a bed, betrayed, and left to die.'Taking the life of a ‘good’ person makes you a murderer, but taking the life of a ‘bad’ one makes you a savior… Why?'As death embraced him, he whispered his final words—“The world’s kindness, right till the end..”…Only to wake up in an unfamiliar body.“Wait… I’m Noir Ravenlock?”A doomed heir, born to rule the world yet bound to a fate engraved with blood.In a world where morality shapes strength, survival demands more than just power—it demands understanding.And Noir, a man or perhaps a demon who once saw the world through twisted eyes, may just see something no one else can.

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.

Time flies quickly; may you enjoy a cup of drink.I know not the height of the green mountain, nor the depth of the earth.Only watching as the seasons change, that it took people's lives.