Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother - Chapter 469 469

Xia Wenchu ​​has been straight for twenty-four years, but after his death, he entered a BL article in the entertainment industry. Fortunately, he is just a villain.
Sing and forget the words, dance and stretch.
Fans shout every day: The ball is over, Wen Chuxia let go of the captain and leave the group!
Xia Wenchu: OK.
After leaving the group, Wen Chuxia was forced to participate in a men’s team draft.
I wanted to try the salted fish lying down, but the strength didn’t allow it.
In the first episode of the show, the judge guest: “You are a professional.”
After a few rounds of competition, the professional style gradually deviated——
Hot search#Wen Chuxia and his harem#
#Inventory of Wen Chuxia’s CP group#
#wild summer#
Wen Chuxia: “…” What the hell?

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After forming a group, Lin Huai found that he had a, and a bend.
He clears obstacles on Weibo every day. Any “Xiayu CP”, “Zero Zero CP”, and “Emperor CP” are all fake!
Lin Huai shouted for himself on the trumpet, and suddenly one day he forgot to switch accounts.
-@林华: “Huaixia” is true!
Netizen: “…”
woc, cooking admits it, got it for real!
Wen Chuxia was shocked: “Are you sick?”
Lin Huai turned into an old dog: “I have love.”
[Fake straight male attack vs real deep cabinet acceptance]

*All professional content is made up.
*No prototype, don’t substitute.
*The most important thing is to have fun, don’t look for logic on me.
*Bingtang produced, it may be sweet, come and try it =3=

Content tags: A soft spot for entertainment, sweet text, through books
Search keywords: Protagonist: Wen Chuxia, Lin Huai ┃ Supporting role: Teammate ┃ Others:
One-sentence introduction: What kind of business do you want to engage in!
Purpose: Everyone must bow their heads in the face of strength, and work hard to realize their dreams.

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With one strike of the sword, I cut through the path of life and death, and slay all those who have betrayed!......I don't want to be the sword; I want to be the swordsman.I don't want to be a pawn; I want to become the chess player.An ordinary person who insists on living his own life in this world.Unfamiliar roads lie ahead, destination unknown.As I carry on, unconsciously, it has been a journey of trials and tribulations. Behold the new world I create.

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.

Author, God or Plaything?Zar had just finished writing the prologue of his magnum opus—The Nexus Verse—a boundless verse of multiverses, godlike beings, and an elite academy meant to shape the strongest entities in existence. Years of meticulous world-building, complex power systems, and lore so deep it could drown a god… and yet, it was all just fiction.Until it wasn’t.On the night of his 22nd birthday, reality itself fractured. In an instant, he was torn from his world—only to awaken within the Nexus Verse as one of its rulers.There was just one problem.He had only written the prologue.Everything beyond that? Scattered notes. Unfinished ideas. Incomplete power systems. The vast, living, breathing multiverse around him was full of gaps he never filled. The beings he once considered mere characters now had wills of their own, and some of them were already far beyond his control.To make matters worse, the Nexus Academy—his ultimate creation, the battleground where gods and devils alike trained to surpass reality—had just started its entrance exam. And somehow, he was now part of it.Armed with only a mysterious system, fragmented knowledge of his own lore, and the terrifying realization that he may have made this world far too overpowered, Zar has only one goal:Survive.Because in a world where destroying a multiverse is just a Tuesday challenge, where ancient beings lurk in the void waiting for a single mistake, and where the strongest warriors wield power beyond his comprehension...Being the author doesn’t mean he’s the one in control.After all, if this verse was created… what destroyed the others?*****For fans of: Overpowered protagonists, cosmic-level world-building, reality-defying battles, eldritch horrors, and gods who fear greater forces.Additional tags#Gods #Devil #Ancient beings #Creators #Monarchs #OverpoweredBeings