MTL - My Beautiful Group of Girls - Chapter 619 beauties in a nest

Yun Ran, mercenary queen of the apocalyptic world unexpectedly transmigrated into the ugly, stupid second lady of the Prime Minister’s mansion with two little adorable three-year-old kids. Adorable baby 1 was a genius poison doctor who had a photographic memory and was “unremarkable”.Adorable baby 2 awakened the ultimate spiritual root that only appeared once every thousand years. When he pounds the ground with his small fist, the ground would shake. As for her, she had a spatial pocket with treasures in it. She contracted an ancient divine beast and refined peerless divine pills!***

Just as Yun Ran was gearing up to experience the joy of beating up scumbags…Can someone tell her why these few bigshots suddenly appeared before her?! The top tyrant: “I have a throne that you should inherit when you have the time.” The cold-blooded war god: “I think you have the talent to be a great general. Look at the millions of soldiers I have…” The best royal merchant: “Come, I’ll let you taste the joy of being the richest woman in the world.” Sinister state preceptor: “I’ll stab and curse whoever bullies you.” A certain ghost king traps her in his arms and snorts coldly, “Close the door and release the demons. No one should even think of coveting my treasure.” Yun Ran: “???”***

Rumor has it that the ghost king, Mo Beiyuan, has a pair of ghostly eyes. He was born under the destructive lone star, was bad towards women and was the most messed up character in all five countries. Yun Ran not only messed with him, but also wormed her way into his heart.#He was once a demon in the darkness, but he was willing to step out of the abyss of hell for her.#

“Qu Meng’er was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, but her father had tampered with her brakes and ended her life in a car accident.

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.

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Kazuma and Masako are a loving married couple who run a successful indie game development studio from their cozy home. After leaving the corporate world behind, they poured their hearts into creating hit games like Mori Journey, Exaslia, and their biggest success yet, Mori Adventure. Despite their professional success, the real magic lies in their personal relationship—a mix of playful teasing, deep affection, and unwavering support.Through late-night coding marathons, romantic anniversaries, unexpected livestream mishaps, and wholesome surprises, Kazuma and Masako navigate the challenges of both game development and marriage. Kazuma is the steady, hardworking coder, while Masako is the lively, creative artist with a penchant for mischief and teasing her husband. Together, they bring out the best in each other, blending love and laughter into their daily lives.From heart-melting romantic moments to hilarious hijinks, their story captures the highs and lows of balancing love, work, and dreams. Whether they’re surprising each other with heartfelt gifts, overcoming obstacles in game launches, or simply sharing quiet moments together, Kazuma and Masako prove that life is truly a game best played with your partner by your side. Their journey is a heartwarming tale of love, passion, and the joy of building worlds—both virtual and real—together.