MTL - Reborn Russia As An Oligarch - Chapter 852 he will shoot

My surname is Wu, and everyone calls me Xiao Wu.

Listen, brother, here are some of my experiences-

Don’t listen to what it says when you fight with the dragon, just fight until it dies;

It’s a little more troublesome to beat the goblin, it’s better not to let it see you, you have to shoot the black gun;

It’s a word to engage in orcs, naked!

If the devil dares to come to trouble, he will break his horns, and he will kneel;

Okay, I’m going to fight at the bar now, I’ll write more about the introduction when I get back

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The first prodigal of the Mu family has returned from rebirth, changing the very colors of heaven and earth, rewriting the entire world.Possessing divine treasures and magical weapons, she is all-powerful. With debts of vengeance to settle and debts of gratitude to repay! Whether to walk sideways or upright, the posture is a free choice!Reborn with a divine artifact, she possesses foresight, attracting good fortune and avoiding disaster, earning her the title of the greatest diviner!The greatest diviner, with the swirling changes of the world in her palm. However, upon encountering that person, she is unable to control her own heart.“You calculate the heavens and the earth, but have you ever calculated my feelings for you?” A smile blooms on that person's handsome face, as if a deity has descended.The Mu family's prodigal son, reborn and overturning chaos. Only when he stands at the pinnacle do people realize this isn't the prodigal son, but the breathtakingly beautiful young lady! Many young talents beat their chests in regret, having missed the best opportunity to win the lady's favor.Yet that person smirks arrogantly, indulging in a tender kiss on her forehead: “Thank you for being blind to her worth, otherwise, how could I have such a beauty in my embrace?”

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.

“Dear, it's time for your medicine!”The beautiful and pure Holy Daughter brought over the medicine for treating his wounds.On this day, he saw betrayal with his own eyes and experienced despair with his soul...From this day forth, the Hero was dead, send paper offerings if you must!