Only After I Was Reborn Did I Realize That I Had Childhood Sweethearts - Chapter 218: I Also Have a Friend

3000 years after his disappearance, Xue An had undergone cultivation and came back as an invincible fairy. But upon his return to Earth, he realised that he had a pair of twin daughters.

“Papa, this dragon doesn’t taste good!”

“Oh, this must be an ancestor-grade dragon that has lived for much too long. Its meat has become a little dry. Next time, we shall eat a young dragon within ten thousand years of age.”

Some dragon that had existed since the beginning of the universe was lying on the floor, trembling and shivering.

“Papa, between you and the other Immortal-emperor mannies, who is more powerful?”

Xue An smiled. There was not a single soul that could withstand even just one blow from him. If there was! That would at most be two!

“My dear daughters, I will make you girls the happiest princesses in this whole, wide world. No, in this whole universe! And it’s the two of you!”

Once the football jokes, our factory has eight fights exclusively!

The arsenal that once swept the Premier League and hit 49 unbeaten rounds began to sink. That was the beginning of the nightmare of countless Arsenal fans!

Our factory, Nana, the leader of the European Union, the temperature difference sign, the captain of the sales team, the four crazy demons, etc…

The Gunners bid farewell to the Henry era and sent Vieira away. The fans thought it was ushered in a new era, but the reality told them that it was a traitor who deceived all their feelings!

In August 2011, Arsenal captain Cesc Fabregas left with a humiliating transfer, and at the same moment Arsenal welcomed a teenager!

Wenger: “Do you want to be an ordinary defender or a world-class midfielder?”

Everything changes from here…

- Description from novelbuddy

Tuzi embodied what her name meant; a short, somewhat curvy and bubbly woman who was always down to have a good time with almost everyone. She was as active as a bunny even on her worst days, and she kept that up for her entire life... even though it cost her life. The problem with having fun with just about anyone meant that sometimes her partners were already taken, and one day a jealous lover found her and... well, she just wished she had gotten hit by a truck instead.After all, she 'woke up' after being brutally murdered to find herself standing in front of a true bunny; a Goddess who thought that this woman named after her was quite fascinating and entertaining to watch, so she was sent to another world to try it all again.The problem was she had no system, no help, no guide or special cheat... all she had were her wits, her wiles, and her charm to attempt to just survive in this new world, let alone entertain a Goddess with incredible feats!Join Tuzi as she travels through a fantasy world relying only on herself to achieve... well, perhaps greatness, or perhaps just a typical life for a Bunnykin; sex in abundance with the occasional baring of some deceptively sharp fangs.This is going to be a smut book primarily with action and adventure in roughly equal parts, and it will also have some scenes that will be dark. Tuzi won't be an OP system wielding MC, she won't be flawless, she won't always even be the main focus sometimes because of where she is and who she is with.The book will continue along with my usual ruleset; all futanari and women, hentai logic when it comes to sex, more focused on the people and how they interact instead of nonstop action... if that sounds good to you, come read, otherwise I wish you find a novel somewhere else that satisfies your wants.

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