MTL - Become The Guard AI Of The Lost Civilization After Transmigration - Chapter 85 calm before the storm

In simple terms, this is a story of unstoppable vests in the world of superheroes.

Phantom Thief Kidd: If the Phantom Thief is a creative artist who steals treasures with flamboyant methods, then the New York police is just following the Phantom Thief and is just a critic at best.

Ip Man: Wing Chun, Ip Man.

Kizaru: Speed ​​is power. Have you ever been kicked by the speed of light?

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The day when he turned from a winner in life to a short high school student, Xu Ziran thought: This must be a conspiracy!

But those who can succeed once can of course succeed the second time. Xu Ziran is gearing up to build her business kingdom again. As a result—

[Ding——The host is too far away from the target person, please keep the distance within 100 meters. 】
[Ding——Host, your target character is very sad, please keep it above 50 points of pleasure. 】
[Ding——Host, you need to rest. If you continue to work hard, you will be forced to sleep. 】

I have cat disease! Everyone’s system is to help the host to reach the peak of life, why is her system only causing trouble for her!
In short, a life winner goes back to the past and becomes a life winner again and talks about a love story.

Edible Instructions

1. As usual, things happen in different worlds. If there is a bug, it is normal.
2. 1v1, Wenqing Healing Department X Pseudo Lolita is the winner of life
3. Glittering golden fingers
4. The update time is before twelve o’clock in the evening, and the typos are corrected at other times.
5. Daily growth essay, slow heat

Content tags: rebirth inspirational life sweet text
Search keywords: protagonists: Xu Ziran, Qiu Yurou ┃ supporting roles: Tian Jiaqi, Cheng Haoyan, some classmates ┃ others: rebirth, system, childhood sweethearts, campus life, inspirational struggle

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Past life, her spirit root was dug out from her body. She had wholeheartedly dedicated herself to the just path, but she was sentenced as an evil demonic cultivator.

Returning back to her juvenile years, she turns the tide. Against natural order, she had been reborn. Those who had deceived and humiliated her, she would return it to them a hundredfold with additional thanks.

Studying her own blood vessels, she recasts the best quality spirit roots. She destroys those rascal clansmen and returned home with glory!

The rules of the world do not hold her down; this time around she kills through the righteous path.

He is the universally admired spirit emperor, high above others, cold, proud and aloof. But every night he sneaks into her room and takes liberties. “Little runt, won’t you think it over?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“You can choose from giving birth once or giving birth twice.”

“Why must I?!”

“Because you stole my heart.”

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?