Mrs. Huo Pretends to be Weak Every Day - Chapter 494 - : She’s Not a Friend of Star!

This world is Heaven.

Because this world has everything you dream of, everything you wish for.

This world is Hell.

Because everyone in this world are parts of a never-ending massacre.

Are you fighting to survive, or fighting to come home?

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Jian rue gazed back at the ugly gray alien while stumbling and running. he clumsily tossed a stone at it “Fuck just leave me alone!!!”Suddenly a warm pair of hand grabbed his waist and tossed him over a study shoulder.“Xing yu!! let me down! you fucker!!!”The said man chuckled and playfully smacked his butt. “Honey, I'm saving your life~”“I had it under control. Now, let me go!” Jian rue bit his shoulders hard until the sweet taste of blood filled his mouth.“Hiss.. baby, you're making me hard~”Jian rue froze. “W-why are you following me! why me..”Xing yu stopped running, and with a swing of his sword, the ugly tentacle alien was slayed. He gentnly pulled him down and hugged him close. Peering into his eyes, he smirked, “Because you are my betrothed,”

Upon awakening, Zhou Sui finds himself a low-level Qi Refiner in the Cultivation World. Fortunately, he obtains the Supreme Gu God Bowl, which allows him to cultivate various Gu Insects.

Cultivating the Spring Autumn Gu can prolong his life and bestow immortality.

Cultivating the Golden Cicada Gu grants the ability to revive the dead and regenerate flesh and bone.

Cultivating the Dragon Elephant Gu gives him the Power of Dragon Elephant and the Dragon Elephant’s Body, making him invulnerable.

Yet, the first Gu Insect he cultivates happens to be the Obsession Gu.

From then on, he discovers a broad path of cultivation.

As time changes and landscapes shift, the only constants are my eternal life and the everlasting Zhou family.

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