King - Chapter 1025 - 137, Exchange Places (Vote for Monthly Ticket)_2

The more ruthless the Palace is, the more miserable the loser will end up—this he understands. But what he does not understand is, why the brother whom he lived together with peacefully in the past, would so heartlessly humiliate him today. Asking him to beg for mercy, asking him to succumb to his knees, and even… asking him to tactfully entertain him. “Yong Shan, ah, Yong Shan, as of today you are the one who qualifies to succeed as a Crown Prince, what exactly is it that you want?”

For the past 16 years, Yong Qi’s gaze was never set on him. Despite being twins with his younger brother, Yong Lin, Yong Qi has always been directing his smile and laughter towards Yong Lin, and to him, Yong Qi deliberately alienates him. He does not understand, they have the same features and looks, and he obviously is his brother too, but why won’t he be intimate with him… as if he is humiliating him. “Yong Qi, ah, Yong Qi, why won’t you understand, what I want is very simple…”

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In a realm where martial spirit reigns supreme, Lin Lee embarks on a journey of self-discovery amidst the intricate power struggles of the civilization. As a member of the prestigious Lin Clan, Lin Lee faces the daunting task of awakening his martial spirit during a crucial ceremony.With each challenge he faces, Lin Lee grows stronger, honing his skills and unlocking the hidden depths of his martial spirit. Alongside a diverse cast of characters, including fellow martial artists, cunning schemers, and wise mentors, Lin Lee navigates a world brimming with danger and opportunity.In a tale that spans realms and dimensions, Lin Lee's quest for mastery takes him on a thrilling adventure filled with twists and turns, where the boundaries between mortal and immortal blur, and the true meaning of strength is revealed.

A seafood chef inexplicably transmigrated into ancient times. Even though he landed in a family with a nobility rank, and theoretically was supposed to be rich, the most valuable thing in the house is a grey donkey…
Su Yu stared at the sky helplessly; in order to support the family, he could only take up his old profession and go out to sell fish.
Unfortunately, the royal family selected concubines from both genders. Even as a poor noble, he had no choice but to attend…
DISCUSSION TOPIC: Will I be selected if I display my fish-slaughtering skills?
“Meow!” His Imperial Majesty shook his tail.

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“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.