MTL - Of All the Transmigrations, Why Am I a Prisoner? - Chapter 55 Why are you shaking your face

Xuanyuan was reborn into a strange new world where training to be a Xian was a cornerstone. There was however something ancient dwelling inside his body. He could now devour all of creation…

Once went to Capital Academy full of dreams, but in order to save his younger brother from the interstellar pirates on the way, Fei Wushu’s sixth-level mental power broke out and even collapsed. After that, his right hand was crippled. Been on Capital Star.
However, ten years later, he died under the gun of his beloved younger brother. When he opened his eyes again, it was the moment when he had just received the admission notice from Capital College.
He will take back what is owed to him! What is lost, he will take back!
Whether it’s hatred or a dream, in this life, he just wants to live to the fullest!
Although this guy is an iron-blooded and tough guy, he is full of all kinds of idlers. In simple terms, he is a bandit and a hooligan, so don’t be fooled by the slogans this guy shouts→_→Go and mess with me happily, Brother Wushu~~
Qin Yi: What are you doing?
Brother Wushu from Mu Xiaxian: Hehe, this figure is really good, and the abs are pleasing to the touch.
Qin Yi: …
System: Players, please pay attention to the impact in broad daylight, and don’t touch your hands down!
Emphasis: This article is not an online game, absolutely not! Strong 1VS1, the author is glass-hearted, so there is no abuse in the whole process~ There are battles and bugs in the mecha, please enjoy looking far away…
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1) CP: Young Master X Brother Wushu
2) This product is not an online game, absolutely not!
3) This article is not self-taught, everyone has their own body, okay [Helpfully spread your hands~~
4) Even if you want to know the follow-up, don’t let the code spoil it~ Mr. Truth’s guess is not the same concept as spoiling the code yourself = =
Search keywords: Protagonist: Fei Wushu, Qin Yi ┃ Supporting roles: Genius and passionate teenagers~~ ┃ Others: This product is not an online game…

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The wind follows the dragon, the cloud follows the tiger, fame and fortune, dust and soil

Looking at Shenzhou, the people are suffering, thousands of miles of fertile land are barren

Look at the world, make all the hustlers, and make up for the incompleteness of heaven

Good man, don’t be parents, only for the common people, not for the Lord

Holding ninety-nine steel knives, killing Hu Erfang

I am a dignified man, why am I a barbarian as a horse and an ox

The strong man drank the wine in his bowl, and he traveled thousands of miles without looking back

The golden drums roared in unison, everyone roared, never breaking the Huanglong oath!

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In the eleventh year of the Shunzhi reign in the pseudo-Qing Dynasty, Zhou Shixiang, a Han from Xinhui in Guangdong, said, “My Han man will never be a slave!”

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“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.