MTL - The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady - Chapter 8 Lesson cousin

In the last life, Tang Mo accidentally lost his space jade pendant when the apocalypse opened, and lost his biggest golden finger. Later, he practiced his abilities, lost his relatives, and was ostracized. He played a good hand of cards all his life. , and finally died in the mouth of the alien beast.

Opening his eyes again, Tang Mo was reborn and returned to the week before the end of the world, and all the tragedies have not happened yet! How will she seize the opportunity to walk out of her own path to become a doomsday powerhouse?

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Two women visits Dong Fang Ao’s home. Both women claim to be his betrothed. The first woman wants to break off their betrothal but she lost the betrothal gift. The second woman is holding the betrothal gift and demands Dong Fang Ao to marry her.

Dong Fang Ao keeps both women as guests in his home to find out who is his real betrothed. He is curious about the secretive Cao Zi Yun. If she is his real betrothed then he wants to keep her by his side forever. But her secret is capable of separating them forever.

After slumbering for years in the darkest pits of the abyss, Haruki Shin is awoken by the demon lord of lust. She tries to remind him of a contract he signed with her in exchange for the power that would help him exact his revenge in the mortal world.

However, who or what he wanted to get revenge on? He couldn’t remember. Replaced with a hazy mist, his memories had long since faded. But to the mistress of lust that didn’t matter as she forced him back into the mortal world with the demonic body of an incubus.

Feeling lost he’s forced to adhere to each of her commands, and despite his refusal, he can’t resist the binds of the contract. Eventually, however, as he learns more about his tragic past, and the existence of the lustful system he’s been blessed with for his revenge, his path to becoming a monster finally begins.

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