Rise of the Cosmic_Emperor - Chapter 772 You Like The Shame, Don’t You? R-18

The first time they met, she said to him, “Mr. Song, I see that you’re I’ll-fates, and I’m afraid that you will die soon. The people around him accused her of being a fraud, and threatened to beat her...

Rae, a perverted thief with bad luck and worse life choices, was caught peeping on a couple getting busy. Naturally, he got his ass kicked—and his life ended.Or so he thought.Just before his untimely demise, Rae had one last wish: to live like a king, surrounded by voluptuous women with big booties and even bigger breasts.Turns out, death wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning. Rae woke up in a fantasy world, and not just any world, but one where he was gifted a special system. A system... with some unusual tastes.[Ding!][Quest: Drink breast milk from the source.][Litres: 0/10][Reward: Race Change from Goblin to a race of your choosing.]“Wait—what? I’m a goblin now?!”

In a fantasy world where martial artists can split mountains and creeks with a wave of their hand and break rivers with a kick, there exists a little restaurant like this.

The restaurant isn’t large, but it is a place where countless apex existences will rush into.

There, you can taste egg-fried rice made from phoenix eggs and dragon blood rice.

There, you can drink strong wine brewed from vermillion fruit and water from the fountain of life.

There, you can taste the barbecued meat of a ninth grade supreme beast sprinkled with black pepper.

What? You want to abduct the chef? That’s not going to happen, because there’s a divine beast of unfathomable level, the Hellhound, lying at the entrance.

Oh, that chef also has a robotic assistant that killed a ninth grade supreme being with a single hand and a group of crazy women whose stomachs were conquered.

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(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…