Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery - Chapter 280 - 269 My Sword Cannot Be Stopped by Space_1

Yu Mengruo transmigrated into a Zerg.
The good news is that he is a rare male with special privileges, and he also has the golden finger as standard for traversal.
The bad news is that the Zerg is a strong race, and the original owner just failed the promotion and was abandoned by the family. Within three days, within a very small range of options, he must choose a female partner with a worrying comprehensive score. The siege of marriage.
Yu Mengruo left his partner’s position to the desolate Bai Yueguang after a brief period of ignorance.
Bai Yueguang, who the original owner could not ask for, was a military female from humble background but self-improvement. Due to serious injuries that were difficult to cure, she could only be discharged from the army’s high position and became a defective product that was criticized by cold eyes.
When the once sharp sword was covered with dust, Yu Mengruo (thinking to himself) appeared as a radiant savior and stretched out his hand to the female worm in desperation.
Female worm: Is it to avenge my original rejection? 【Heart is like ashes.jpg】
Yu Mengruo: Nonsense, I am the reward for your hard work.
【Lightning Protection Guide】
Although the copywriting looks like a favorite, it’s just a wild cat master who has not been domesticated and decided to give the stupid shit shovel a chance to get close to his story. The author thinks that it is mutual favor and two-way healing, but maybe readers will think that it is favored? Anyway, it’s not attacking the favor, it’s not attacking the favor, it’s not attacking the favor, and the important things are said three times!

Content label: Farming text system sweet text cool text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Yu Mengruo ┃Supporting role: Sharka ┃Others: Zerg
Sentence introduction: Crossing the adult Zerg male.
Purpose: Dreams and hard work create success.

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I am the sword.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one dares take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one can take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, ten steps? Not possible!
I am the sword, the sword is me,
On the path towards heaven, each shall wield their own.

Behind the calm smile lies a heart riddled with scars.Beneath the weight of fate burns an unyielding gaze.A body trapped in the abyss of despair—if it reaches out, can it grasp the light called hope?A soul locked upon the rack of destiny—if it prays sincerely, can it embrace the future called redemption?

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”