Hubby, Your Fox Fairy Wants Everything - Chapter 150 Yan Wu Came from the Twenty-First Century

1 drop of blood = 1-Up

Other people game overnight, I game overnight and bleed.

Ever since the dimensional storms descended upon Earth, numerous dimensional zones have appeared, bringing with them all kinds of dimensional creatures—Immortals, Buddhas, Devils, Angels, Elves, etc.

Yet, all these strange dimensional zones can turn into dungeon instances on my phone. Other people risk their lives adventuring, I spend all my time gaming.

Monsters drop dimensional crystals that boost stats, imbue new skills, and join me as Companion Beasts. These Companion Beasts fight alongside me or alone, augmenting me with their skills and strength. Rare monsters in real life? I’ll just restart the game with a drop of blood to grind it.

I really need a blood transfusion.

Attribute Classification: Overhead/Western Magic/Strong Attack/Sweet

- Description from novelbuddy

The new book has been released “After being forced to become a boss, I just want to be a salted fish”

[Sweet text + pet text + 1v1 + revenge + stripped vest + illogical]

In the past, everyone said to Meng Yutang: My God! Where did the little angel come from, cute! When she smiles, the world lights up!

Later, everyone said to Meng Yutang: We were wrong, we were wrong! What a cute little angel, this is a devil!

Mr. Zhou slammed the table: Who said that! Spread rumors! What a devil! This is my little cutie!

[Don’t be deceived by the title of the book, the heroine’s IQ online revenge is cool, and the heroine is infatuated and domineering to protect his wife.

It’s not a loss to buy shares~]

- Description from novelbuddy

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.