MTL - Chang’an Small Restaurant - Chapter 96 Meet Lee Sang-gong

A mysterious object triggers Arya's sudden death, reincarnating him into a world of cultivation, spiritual beasts, and powerful sects.Reborn as Su Kang, a genius of the prestigious Su family, he befriends Li Fang, and they embark on numerous adventures together.However, Li Fang, shielded by a seemingly invincible “protagonist's halo,” recklessly offends powerful individuals and engages in constant face-slapping for even the pettiest of reasons.Though Su Kang tries to help his friend, Li Fang remains unfazed by the dangers he attracts.Ultimately, tragedy strikes. Those close to Li Fang perish one by one, yet his numbers of female companions continues to grow, even taking Su Kang's own fiancée.Li Fang's enemies, relentless in their pursuit, eventually destroy Su Kang's family and take his life.But now, Su Kang has been granted a glimpse into the future. He has seen the destruction that awaits him and his family.This time, he will not be a mere sidekick to the “child of destiny.” This time, Su Kang will fight back. His battle, however, will lead him to an unexpected battlefield: The heart of Li Fang's captivating and mature mother, Bai Yunxi.Su Kang: “I have always admired you, and I want to marry you.”Bai Yunxi: “You... What are you talking about?”[He traded vengeance for a lover's heart,To win the battle for a mother's heart.]_____________________________________[It's my first novel so I there will be some mistakes but bear with me.]

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.

In the waves of steam and machinery, who could achieve extraordinary? In the fogs of history and darkness, who was whispering? I woke up from the realm of mysteries and opened my eyes to the world.

There is no rebirth through time, and there is no system of heaven to cut melons and vegetables;

There is no secret book under the cliff, and there is no great return pill from the dead;

There is no such thing as a full-fledged lust with a strange root and a sacred blood.

If it is said that Shi Jianren is an expert who has attained the Tao and joined the WTO,

Then Bai Haonan was a dazed fellow who smashed his head into blood.

The key is that he still feels that he is living a very happy life!

A story similar to the golden right foot,

A story about a dream,

It depends on what tinted glasses you are wearing.

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