MTL - Dressed As a Villain’s Little Trick - Chapter 132

After Lu Yao wore a book and became an almighty boss who dressed as a woman and dressed as a man, he was either on the hot search or on the way to the hot search.

[Hot Search 1: Lu Yao decides to quit the King team]

Netizen: Haha, the FW who entered the team through the back door has finally broken the contract!

The next day, the Glory of Kings list was refreshed, and Lu Yao’s data dominated the list.

KING team official blog: We decided to add 10 times the salary to try to retain Lu Yao.

Netizen: ? ? ?

[Hot Search 2: Lu Yao’s help in charity is a model for young people]

Netizen: Donating some scraps of iron is also embarrassing to say that it is a charity! When who hasn’t donated money?

Charity Federation Press Conference: Thank you Mr. Lu Yao for donating 1 billion yuan to build Hope Primary School.

Netizen: ? ? ?

[Hot search 3: Lu Yao got drunk at the celebration banquet, the captain Zhan Shen took good care of him, and he was the favorite of the powerful group! 】

Netizen: Will Lu Yao die without a man? Stay away from our brother Zhanshen!

The next day, Weibo posted a video of two people in the car, Zhan Shen actively begging for a kiss and being kicked off by Lu Yao…

Netizen: …? ?

- Description from novelbuddy

As a great swordsman who had reached the top level of 999, Lin Feng was hailed as the best swordsman cultivator that the World of the Nine Continents had seen in a thousand years. His sword techniques were exceptional and exquisite.

However, just as he was about to able to enjoy a leisure life, he welcomed another transmigration.

This time, he had transmigrated into a female-dominated world. Women were responsible for providing for the family while men just had to look pretty.

On his first day of school, Lin Feng received confessions from two rich, beautiful, and wealthy girls. The first even promised him a comfortable life as long as he obeys her.

A max-level swordsman in his previous life, Lin Feng would never allow himself to depend on a girl. Thus, he set out on his cultivation journey once again. He would forge a world for men in this matriarchal society.

The daughter of a duke, the stuttering Maximilian, married a knight of lowly status at her father’s coercion.

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.