MTL - God Simulator - Chapter 317 Strike hard

Tong Airui was kicked in the ribs by a little girl!The news spread, and his brothers and sisters were instantly in an uproar.“Who is that girl? Let's avenge Fourth Brother!”Who is the little girl?The purple-clad car goddess on the racetrack, the beautiful girl at the chessboard, and she's been bearing a nickname for more than ten years: sweeping star!Eighteen car accidents, and she was present at every one!Sure enough! Whoever meets her is unlucky!But what puzzled Yi Luowa was:Even the dog next door started avoiding her, yet why does that cunning wolf refuse to leave?When she first felt life was meaningless, it was him who tightly held her hand.“As long as I'm alive, the sky won't fall on you!”From then on, her world was bright![Maid Chapter]One day, Tong Airui was thirsty, “Yi Luowa, I want to drink water!”“Your mouth is below your nose, drink if you want!” a certain woman pouted, glancing at the man sitting beside her and said, “Old Eighth, I'm thirsty.”Old Eighth hurriedly brought water to her hand, “Drink it, I've cooled it for you.”Yi Luowa happily took a sip, just one sip, before Tong Airui snatched it away with a dark expression.After drinking it in one go, Tong Airui pointed at her nose and shouted, “Remember, you're my maid!”Yi Luowa slapped his hand away, “Tong Airui, you running faster than a rabbit proves you're healed. My days as a maid are over!”[Pampering Wife Chapter]Second Sister: “Tong Fourth, your wife has already beaten Grandpa ten times in a row. If this continues, Grandpa will get sick from anger! Aren't you going to control your wife?”Tong Airui: “If his skills are not as good as others, why insist on playing chess with my wife? That's not something I can control!”Fifth Brother: “Fourth Brother, can't you control my sister-in-law? She's taken eight championships from me!”Tong Airui: “From now on, when your sister-in-law enters a car race, you just don't enter!”Fifth Brother: “The key is, she participates in every race.”Tong Airui: “I'll give you ten months to quickly win a championship. After ten months, I can't control her.”Fifth Brother: “What's happening?”Tong Airui: “Your sister-in-law is expecting!”[PS: Spoiling text, strong male and female leads, both emotionally and physically pure, one-on-one relationship, continuous pampering. If you like it, please add to your favorites, love you~

Yin BiYue has made the worst purchase ever. After transmigrating countless times into the bodies of canon fodder villains, he buys a ‘Fiend Halo’ from the Rebirth Company, supposedly the best aid for an up and coming final BOSS!

“Can’t I properly read stallion novels anymore!”

Shen Yuan transmigrated into someone who’d tormented the young male lead almost to death, the scum villain Shen Qingqiu.

It must be known, the original Shen Qingqiu ended up being carved alive by his disciple, Luo Binghe, into a human stick, a human stick!

Ten thousand “fuck your moms” rampaged through Shen Qingqiu’s heart:

“It’s not that I don’t want to cling to the male lead’s thighs, but who made him so fucking black. The type who seeks thousand-fold retribution!”

Why have all the female lead’s scenes been forcibly given to him.

Why, as a scum villain, does he need to constantly sacrifice himself, blocking knife and gun for the protagonist!

Shen Qingqiu: “…I think I can still save him, one more time.”

A gong who starts as a loyal dog of a small white flower, and ends up as a blackened, mental case of a maiden X a refined scum villain of a tsukkomi-holic shou

This is actually a dogblood story about a master-disciple pair never doing honest work, fighting monsters, and engaging in romance.

It’s also a story where the villain personally witnesses how the male lead transforms from a little sheep of a white lotus into a dark tyrant O(∩_∩)O~

- Description from novelupdates

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.