Evil Prince, Come Play With Me - Chapter 1114 - Who on Earth Is Master?

Li Zhou survived the zombie siege in the early days of the apocalypse, and the power struggle in the late apocalypse, but he failed to survive the sinister people’s hearts.

As one of the most powerful and powerful warriors in the late apocalypse, he was betrayed by his so-called friend and finally died tragically in the mouth of the Zombie King, and the reason was just a practice technique that others could not cultivate.

Fortunately, that person died, and soon died in the zombie tide!

When he woke up again, Li Zhou found that he was lying in the hospital with all the beard and tail, looking at the boy in the mirror with a delicate face, fair skin, a pair of blue eyes like a clear spring, and he seemed to cry when he pinched it.

Zhou was silent, he silently lay back on the bed and began to think about what went wrong.

Xavier is the most powerful and youngest general in the empire. He never takes male insects in his eyes. Even if he suffers mental violence every day, he is not willing to marry a male insect.

Not only because there are no male insects that can soothe his SS+ mental power, but also because male insects are the only ones in this world. Relying on their scarcity, the males can soothe and promote the spiritual evolution of the females and undertake the responsibility of reproduction, they can abuse the females and sub-females at will, occupy their property and do not need to work. Even the laws of the Empire definitely favor males.

Until he picked up a comatose male worm on an abandoned planet, he just hugged the male worm into the starship, and was appeased by the male worm’s unconscious mental power.

Shevell: …Is this a favor?

Later, with a match rate of more than 90%, the two had to get married.

But Li Zhou, who accepted that he had changed races, began to consciously treat him well after learning that Xavier was his benefactor and wife. After all, he was responsible for getting married.

He cooks for Xavier and helps him through a period of mental turmoil. During this period, Li Zhou discovered that there was a heart longing for warmth hidden under Xavier’s cold and hard exterior.

Xie Weir finally opened his heart under Li Zhou’s infinite doting, but after a night he leaned on his waist and gritted his teeth, thinking, are other males so powerful that he can’t hold him back in bed.

It wasn’t until he was dying on the battlefield that he saw his always weak male worm, kicked the huge star beast that attacked him, and hugged him in his arms, he was sure that his male worm was unusual!

1. 1v1 he, the appearance is weak and in fact the combat power is super strong, the wife is attacked × the appearance is cold and hard and the heart is soft and affectionate, favor each other

2. You don’t see male insects in the early stage. Although they don’t reject the attack, they are not close. If you don’t like it, don’t enter. Extreme control of the party is cautious.

3. There is a private setting, the attack has a golden finger, and the thunder-type power is still there after passing through.

4. In the end, due to the efforts of attacking and receiving, the status of females and sub-females has increased. After all, equality is not realistic all of a sudden, but everything will develop in a positive direction.

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- Description from novelbuddy

In his past life, he climbed to the 69th floor, and reached the limit of his potential.

Now, reborn, he has returned to the past, when the almighty Tower first summoned him. He will work his way up again, step by careful step.

This time, he will climb to the top.

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She is the slow-witted idiot of the Prime Minister’s Residence. Everyone bullies her. He is the most respected and unfeeling Prince, with frightening ability and absolute envy! Together, they are conferred an imperial edict of marriage.

She acts stupid and tries to decline in every way possible while he despotically escorts her into the wedding…… everyone ridicules the match, but no one knows that the “idiot” has transformed from a loser into a talent.

After the marriage, when they encounter the Empress Dowager examining the room, they act in concert with each other and pretend to be two mandarin ducks deeply in love. Afterwards, she laughs, “The performance has ended. Your highness, please return.”

He laughs softly, “Since you’ve got onto this Prince’s bed, don’t even think of getting off.”

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“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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