MTL - I Might Be A Fake Cultivator - Chapter 2393 ?? The final battle

Cheng Yichi, the three gold actor, is keen on acting. In order to return the favour, he participated in a love variety show: WHO IS THE LIAR.

However, the straight men dressed as gay, deceived everyone!

In the variety show, ten handsome guys gather, nine are gay, handsome and flirtatious men. All of them are elite leaders in various industries.

They look for the lover who is most suitable for them, take the initiative to fight for their love, and at the same time, they should also be careful not to be stolen by hateful straight man, the liar.

Love Liar Cheng Yichi: It doesn’t matter, I’ll just observe and observe, you don’t need to worry about me, just fall in love!

There are white shirts that are always buttoned at the top, but their bodies are very hot. There are ascetic doctors who turn red when they touch them, and there are romantic and romantic people who often wear wine red shirts and like to play all kinds of games.

Amorous, rich and young, and gold silk and side chain glasses.

Even the calm gentleman can be jealous in this game.

Cheng Yichi: Oh, let me look at who took them? Is it a pure white and flawless cute angel? Or a gentle and quiet beauty? Or a handsome man with a cool leather jacket?

Oh, it turned out to be Cheng Yichi…eh? It’s me?

At the end of the show, the Shura Field came as promised—Cheng Yichi’s phone line was busy!

The only straight man Cheng Yichi: Ugh, I just came to experience life, I’m just a straight man… um, right? Maybe, maybe, I’m still straight?

The possessive little wolf cub hugged his senior from behind, kissed the back of his neck warmly, and said: Hey, brother, what are you talking about? What straight guy?

Cheng Yichi: No, no, I didn’t say anything!

Small Theater: Online audience’s response to “WHO IS THE LAIR”

At the beginning: Cheng Yingchi has no scandal or love for so many years, and he is indeed gay.

After the broadcast: Woohoo, the actor Cheng is so cute, so beautiful, so gentle, so charming!

In the live broadcast: A lot of people are robbing my wife, Mr. Cheng, don’t let them succeed, you darn little wolf cub. Take your hand away from Mr. Cheng’s waist, Gah!

After the broadcast: wait? I am not wrong, right? Liar…is my wife??? Isn’t he straight? He’s been bent?? Wait, why did it suddenly become official again?!

All netizens: I am happy that Mr. Cheng is bent, but sadly, the object of Mr. Cheng’s bending is not me!

Someone who hides merit and fame: He only loves me.

- Description from Novelupdates

Set on a giant, almost finished bridge between Sadogashima and Niigata. Abandoned by the government, the bridge, and the giant man-made floating island at the center, has become a city of criminals and societal drop-outs.

Set in the same world as Durarara, but 15-20 years later. There is almost no overlap between Etsusa Bridge and the other novels.

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.