MTL - Master Quan Pets the Mysterious Wife - Chapter 169 The real Qingyu (the truth you want)

New book 'Guarding the National Master' is being serialized. Ning Xiaoxian's comic, TV drama, and game adaptations are in progress, please look forward to it.Heavenly Dao: Shaking Heaven God is trapped in the God Demon Prison, go and rescue him.Ning Xiaoxian: Alright, I will rescue him!=====Heavenly Dao: An unparalleled demon is wreaking havoc in the Mortal World, go and cure him.Ning Xiaoxian: Alright, I will cure him!=====Heavenly Dao: Barbarians are returning to the Southern Continent, intending to replace me, go and eliminate them…Ning Xiaoxian remains silent.Heavenly Dao (breathes a sigh of relief): “What do you want?”Ning Xiaoxian: “What I want is...”

Hou Yang stepped on the air when he rushed down the stairs only to wake up and find that he had exchanged bodies with his wife Shen Rongrong!

After the swap, Hou Yang threw up every time he ate and felt that it was necessary to go to the hospital for a check up but was stopped by Shen Rongrong.

“No need to go to the hospital.” Shen Rongrong said calmly, “You’re just pregnant.”

“????!!!!” Your mother*, this was too much!

* 特麼 / TM: His mother; (slang) 特麼 has the same pronunciation as 他妈, a Chinese slang that literally means f*ck you.]

Huo Yang realized that he was not only pregnant, but also had to complete the dubbing work of his wife.

The inexperienced Huo Yang, “….Alright.”

As a result, he accidentally became the top trend in the dubbing circle and stirred up a tumultuous storm.

Fans were crazy for him: “Ah! ah! ah! ah! So sassy, so stunning, so beautiful! Sister Rong is the best!”

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I can see ghosts. Even the ghosts inside games. But then…”Ah! Not there, over that way! My family heirloom is hidden there.” The ghosts in the game keep revealing hidden pieces to me.

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