Netori: I Shall Steal All Of My Enemies' Women For Revenge! - Chapter 135: It’s Your Problem Now

Takuya accidentally travels to the world of Naruto with a max-level game account.As a mixed-blood Uchiha, Takuya states: “Sharingan? Mangekyō? Aren't these standard equipment?Once you reach the right age, don't they naturally awaken?Why do you need emotional trauma to activate the eyes?Why do you need to transplant eyes to obtain the Eternal Mangekyō?That's so outdated!A real man should awaken it on his own!As for the Nine-Tails, isn't it a common pet?Look, my Nine-Tails is even white!It can fight independently outside my body and even resist the Ten-Tails!This is how the Nine-Tails should be!Kurama, you...”Disclaimer: The cover image is not owned by me. If you are the original owner and would like it removed, please kindly let me know.

Before the rebirth, Gu Qingyao wanted to marry him but did not dare to marry. After the rebirth, Gu Qingyao, with the space materials in hand, all day planning to marry him with a huge dowry.

Knowing she married a wrong guy, what would she do to deal with the subsequent marriage lives?

In order to pay for her brother’s medical expenses, she had to replace her own sister to marry the rich family's elder son . She always thought she was married to the elder one, but she did not know her husband was nominally the younger son He Yi Ning.

He Yi Ning, the real heir of the rich family, the ruthless business emperor, the ruthless workplace tyrant, and her sister’s dreaming husband. When she found out that the person who married her was He Yi Ning, she stunned and asked, “Shouldn’t i be your sister-in-law?” He smiled charmingly: “Are you unhappy with your husband?”

I am a princess, moreover, I am a fool of a princess.

Born in the imperial palace, my appearance is as average as that of the white radish and cabbages in the fields. Throughout the four seasons of the year, my face is always displaying a dull expression, eyes forever shrouded in haze.

But in reality, I know of the secrets within this palace.

Including hers, his, and theirs.

Just leisurely living my days comfortably in the palace like this, I firmly believe I can continue to play dumb to the end.

Taking your hand, dragging you away. Not leaving you say? Very well, close the doors and release the hounds. (Expressionless face)