Douluo? It Started with Bibi Dong Xiaowu Helping Me to Ascend to the Top

[Western fantasy + different world + originality delayed by the name + multiple heroines + reverse reasoning + daily life + refreshing article] "Evil disciple! Are you very proud now?" Under the dim tung oil lamp, the mistress in a light blue sarong had her eyebrows raised and her almond-shaped eyes filled with anger. She glared at the tall and upright young man in front of her. Her originally gentle and pretty face was now stained with a bit of shame and embarrassment. "Master Ayin, you are wronging me with what you said." Kyle put down the sledgehammer in his hand, with iron filings still on his fingertips. He took a step forward, his voice was clear and clear like a young man, "This is what you promised yourself. As long as I can shoot a strong gun independently, you will do one thing for me." "Hey, it just so happens that Master is not here these two days!" "But... But I am your mistress!" The mistress's voice suddenly dropped, her fingers holding the corners of her clothes trembled a little, the anger in her eyes faded a bit, and the rest was filled with shame. "Jiejiejie——" Kyle laughed softly, with a sly and sly air. He rubbed his palms and approached the bed step by step. The mistress was so frightened by his appearance that she hurriedly shrank into the bed, her back pressed against the cold bed board, unable to retreat.