The Anarchic Consort - Chapter 1315 - Sweet Love

This article is also known as “The Road to Fearful Marriage in the Deep Closet” and “My Husband Regrets Every Day When He Wakes Up”

Yan Ge was a straight man who had been influenced by the society for more than 20 years, until he took a job of saving the poor male partner.

Many years later, he hugged the male supporting role and thought desperately, wondering if being bent was considered a work-related injury, and whether he could apply for mental damage compensation.

World One: The President’s Crazy Pursuit (Completed)
World II: The Crazy Pursuit from Heroes (Completed)
World 3: Scumbags Chasing Robots (Completed)
World 4: Teacher, Don’t Be Like This (Completed)
World Five: The Secret of the Interstellar Prisoner (Completed)
World Six: Zhenjun is a Love Brain (Completed)
World VII: Down the Dragon Bed and the Officials Are Panicked (Completed)
World Eight: Mermaids in the Deep Sea Are Scary (Completed)
World Nine: The Taoist priest came to accept me (updating)

[Eating Guide] 1. Sand sculptures, entertainment.
2. Everything serves the plot, easy and sweet text, logic feeds the dog.
3. The main attacker and the receiver are all alone.
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- Description from novelbuddy

I had a supporting role in a modern fantasy.

The loyal dog of a villain with an angel’s name, Cheon Sa-yeon, and an unfortunate supporting character who died on his behalf, Han Yi-gyeol.

In order to escape from Cheon Sa-yeon and survive, he must use the protagonist, Ha Tae-heon.

But Ha Tae-heon, who he thought of as a lifeline, was infinitely indifferent to him. Rather, Cheon Sa-yeon showed interest.

But besides that, something strange happened.

The events that occurred in the original story had advanced, and the gate and monster levels had risen. Even the people were “different” from the original.

The original version I was trying to use was wrong.

One day, in front of my eyes appeared a silver-haired Goddess.

What kind of bullsh*t is this woman spouting?

“…What?”

No, I’m not.

Untolerated by heaven, a boy was restricted by the most powerful spell.