Divorce With Benefits: A Second Chance At Love - Chapter 134: One Stormy Night

Gu Fei transmigrated to the Dou Qi Continent and became the beloved grandson of the Black Submerged King, Gu Lie. By the age of sixteen, he had become the most outstanding genius of the Gu Clan.After that, the clan leader Gu Yuan summoned Xun'er back and betrothed her to Gu Fei! However, after their marriage, even after six months, Xun'er still refused to consummate the marriage with Gu Fei. Although Gu Fei was initially deeply infatuated with Xun'er, he realized that her indifference towards him was because she was attached to another man.His heart completely broke! It turned out that when Xun'er said she wasn’t ready, she actually intended to keep her chastity for someone else! How could Gu Fei tolerate this? He decisively chose to divorce Xun'er!“No, Gu Fei, you have to believe me, I have never betrayed you!” Upon learning that Gu Fei wanted to divorce her, Xun'er immediately panicked.------------This is a translation------------Original Author: 暴走的男神Raw Name: 斗破：娶妻薰儿，她却拒绝圆房!

A silhouette of a man standing upon a boulder with the crescent of the moon shining behind him.

A kukri dripping with blood in one hand and a pistol in the other.

The image of burning flames surrounding him.

The countless mercenaries screamed as they saw this scene.

“It’s a demon!”

Kujo Yuuri, who had been playing Elysia Online, finally changed her occupation to the sage of her desire. Then, she was asked whether to go to the true Elyasia or not and selected [Yes], and somehow went to another world. Furthermore, she became a small child.

The small sage Yuuri and her companions’ love and adventure fantasy.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”