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The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]

Updates 1am GMT+8 __ From an apocalyptic world, Xu Feng transmigrates into a parallel world with a third gender. The heavens took pity on the 19-year-old who died as he awakened his ability in his original world, so he started a new life as a ger. What is a ger? The third gender, a man who can impregnate women and be impregnated by men. There were even more surprises waiting for Xu Feng. He not only awakened a wood ability from his previous world, he was also met with a contract marriage he couldn’t refuse in the new world. “Carry my son’s child, and I’ll make sure you live comfortably for the rest of your life.” “Whether you can birth a son for me or not, I don’t care. Just don’t get in my way, and I’ll make sure you want for nothing.” Xu Feng looked at his “mother-in-law,” then back at his "playboy" of a “husband” before looking toward the fertile fields and vast mountains. A peaceful farming life as a landlord with a spoiled young master was better than living life in the apocalypse. But Xu Feng was transported to a world with cultivation, demon beasts, and hidden secrets, a simple farming life might be too much to ask for. — [Cultivation, Farming, Multiple partners/Throuple, BL, R-18, Child, HE]

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The Fox Is on Fire

The mountain path stretched out ahead, adorned with the vibrant hues of autumn. The medium sized carriage trundled along the winding road, its inconspicuous form blending seamlessly into the surroundings.

Pulled by average rental horses, neither remarkable nor underwhelming, the carriage made its way across the near virgin pathway.

Not all horses could be pure breed stallions of perfect color and temperament like Xuan Jian or Xuan Yang's horses. It was also hard to come across a white beauty like the one gifted to Bai Mo as a child, but these horses were hard working.

They seemed to be uncomfortable under Xu Hu Zhe's guidance, but they moved onward still, following the coachman with skill.

Inside the carriage, an air of tension hung palpably. The coachman, his features concealed behind a silver white mask, furrowed his brows as he occasionally turned his head, as if straining to hear something from within.