MTL - Devil - Chapter 199

What is the most important thing about rebirth before the apocalypse? Grain storage? No, it’s trying to find the most important person in the past life! Reject the so-called relatives who have evil intentions!

Lu Ran had long since known that his path in life differed from others when he awakened a special ability one day. Sure enough a mysterious black card appeared, giving him the chance to become a beastmaster. With his loyal husky by his side, he sets out on his path to greatness.

In the mirror of life and soul, Yanchun showed that she was the one who loved her in the opening scene, and in the end, everyone betrayed her, and her lover changed her heart.
The legendary Scorpio Lone Star, whoever is involved cannot die.
Yanchun refused to accept.
But no matter how she tried to change, everything would get worse in the end, and she was even regarded as a lunatic by her lover and relatives…
Then Yan Chun chose to give up the treatment completely.
Go to his grandmother’s ring dog, and even if she dies, she has to die in her own hands!
When robbing a man, the heroine of Destiny complained tearfully: You are just relying on a good life, and he will like you when you are near the water tower!
Yan Chun sneered: I am so blamed for being born? I’m looking at your face and it’s still according to me, why don’t you take it off and pay me back?
Former friends made things difficult, tried to kidnap Yanchun morally to force Yanchun to apologize, and incited fellow students to accuse Yanchun.
Yan Chun shook his index finger lightly: As long as I have no morals, no one can blame me.
On the edge of the cliff of life and death in the secret realm, facing the devil’s cave that requires blood sacrifices to pacify the living, it should have been Yanchun who accidentally pushed Senior Brother Zhuma down.
Yan Chun didn’t even bother to push, so he looked around and said casually, “Is there any brother who loves me?” Jump down, come back alive and I’ll marry you.
Then there really was a normally inconspicuous disciple who jumped in.
Decades later he came back alive.
Yanchun: … play, play off.
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I thought that an ant like me would never meet the star I love in my life, until one day she said, jump down, come back alive and I will marry you.
Then I climbed over the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood and touched the stars – Yin Yuchen
Good at yin and yang, old yin and yang, little junior sister vs yin prey
My current cultivation base is set: Entering the Delusion (strengthening the body), Destructing the Delusion (permanent appearance), Deviating from the Ordinary (rising 250 years old, mid-term 500 years old, peaking at 1000 years old), Cocoon Soul (you can descend at will Others are human and spiritual (share the same life with heaven and earth)
Magic cultivation settings: sharpening (invading), destroying soul (middle devil), and violent spirit (big devil) in front, middle and peak levels
The copy was written on 2021.6.27, screenshots have been taken
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Bricks and flowers are random, and lightning is self-avoiding.
Content tags: Special liking, a match made in heaven, Xianxia Cultivation, Sister and Brother Love
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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?