Mama's Princess is Daddy's Beloved - Chapter 1341 The heart never forgets to love once it has loved someone.

Jun Xiaoyao was transported to a mystical world and became the divine child of a Clan of the Ancients. He came to possess an invincible background, unparalleled talents and even a check-in system, enabling him to acquire an Accomplished Sacred Body of the Ancients at the very beginning of his new life.“Haha, this is my grandson, my grandson has the bearing of an emperor!”“With this child, my Jun Family can compete for an empire this era!”

When other people experience a body transformation, it is inevitably either male to female or female to male.

Me? I wake up to find myself transformed into two different bodies.

Both a male body and a female body, one conscience operating two bodies, all sorts of embarrassing moments.

Walking together normally makes other people think that I am sweethearts with my other-self, such sadness.

Also, the entire business of a hero rescuing the beautiful maiden, I call Bull.

I get slashed by a sword and my female body gets abducted, and he wants me to thank him?!?! Can it be less of a tragedy?

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# 1V1 # NOBLELADYThe female general has transmigrated to the future. When she opened her eyes, she saw someone snatching a child. She reached out without much thought, but who would have thought the little girl would hug her and say, “Mom, don’t throw me and Brother away!” Since the female general couldn’t go back, she raised her children and educated them. She beat up scumbags and saved men, and achieved another brilliant life. In the face of outrageous people, she was an ice queen. Grandma, sister-in-law, do any of you deserve my time? Faced with her children, it was like a spring breeze in summer. “Little Xing, you’re so smart! Shi Tou, you’re also a good baby!” In the face of men, she was indifferent. “Leave if you want to. You have legs, right? Go on then, I won’t walk you out.” She was a woman with thousands of faces. Even in another world, she was still the most dazzling one.

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.”