Tower of Heaven - Chapter 118 - 21st Floor [5]

In 2005, Castilla regained its name, and two years later, the “Monster” of Castilla joined Real Madrid.How strong is a 16-year-old football player? Just look at Chen Zhong.

As a game streamer in the non-human romance game community, Lin Qianxuan always thought that playing this type of game was just a work requirement, and his sexual orientation had always been quite normal.Until he received a mysterious recommendation from an online friend to play a game called “String of Destiny,” an AI dialogue game.Not long after connecting with various beautiful non-human women, Lin Qianxuan stated, “I have long said I am not interested in normal human women.”Netizens: we know humans have various sexual orientations, but we still suggest that the streamer should go to the doctor.

After a car accident, Wang shouzhe has transmigrated to a martial world. Unlike other cases of transmigration, he becomes a clan leader before he knows it.“Hmm, this tasty? What kind of meat was this?”“The fish also offers comfort and an exquisitely delicious taste.”“The rice was not ordinary—each grain was plump, translucent, and chewed with a nice texture”Even if just for the sake of enjoying various delicious meals at every turn, he had to help the Wang family grow stronger and more powerful.

[40,000 Words Before Lock-In] [R-18] [No NTR] [Smut] [Legal Teens] [Single MILFs] [Feisty GILFs] [Dangerously Funny]Renowned worldwide as Everyman, Joji Sins dominated the adult industry for decades, winning Best Adult Actor four years straight from 2010 to 2028, and building a strange kind of public love through quiet philanthropy despite his dirty reputation.Thirty years later, Joji is seventy seven, nearly completely deaf, and no longer in front of the camera. He did not get washed away. He retired into power instead, directing the scenes himself and still going strong.On the side, he even earned a proper medical license and became a real doctor.Then one ordinary day turns cruel. A broken light bulb. A ladder slip. A back that almost snapped wrong.The hospital discharges him three days later like he is already finished.His stomach grumbled after being in such a gloomy environment. A hotdog for a dollar across the road. Not too bad of a deal.After almost getting hit by a rearing armored truck, he got his change from a fan.Fucking finally you thought? Wrong.A runaway truck hurtles toward him.Joji breathes in relief. He is alive, just scraped up, glass shards biting into his wrinkled skin.Then something sprays his face. The stink is sharp, hard alcohol. His eyes track the source. Unleaded gasoline is gushing nearby.“Mother fu...”...Joji gasps and wakes. An unfamiliar bed. Gaudy ceiling ornaments. Steel clashing outside. A splitting headache.Memories that are not his punching through his skull. As he reaches for reality, a cold presence snaps into place before his eyes.{Welcome, good Sir Joji of Sins.}