MTL - Human Shackles - Chapter 467 tell a story

“You are mine, and I am yours…”

The world cannot be saved by the victory of a single man. This book begins at the point where the climax should occur; the battle between a Demon Queen who is a little strange and a Hero who is a little curious.

However, not only do these two give up the battle, instead, they join hands to directly challenge the complicated social structure which dictates that humans and demons must forever be in conflict.

This is too reckless right? How can this be done? Undoubtedly, you are thinking that.

Come, please turn the page. You are about to read a story that has never been told before; the story of the Hero… and the Demon Queen.

Drunk, she forces a man to sleep with her and does some unspeakable things.

He's the king of the business world and a prominent figure in the political world. He's widely known as the chief but even the president has to kneel down and kowtow to him when he meets him.

She is fooled by him into visiting the Civil Affairs Bureau and fooled into getting into his bed. That's when she realizes that he's mysterious, wealthy, ruthless, and impotent.

“What do you want? No! It hurts.” Gentlemanly? Impotent? Everything's a lie. He even finds 13 times a night too little for him! She runs away in fright because of her husband's powerful virility. However, she is carried back and 'tormented' every night.

She kneels down and begs him, “Please kill me.”

“Hmm?” The man has just decided something for her...

(An extremely sweet novel)

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In the midst of the blue and purple neon lights, under the gray, metallic sky, it is the frontier of all data, the aftermath of a scientific revolution, also the border of fiction and reality.

Steel versus body; the past and the future.

Here, the Outer World and the Inner World exist alongside each other. It seems like the wall of time is right in front of your eyes.

Darkness gradually swallows the world.

But listen, my friend, we cannot use kindness to survive the darkness. We need fire.

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.