MTL - Reverend Insanity (Gu Daoist Master) - ~ Section 133: Wanyi 1 type big handprint

After being given up on by his family because his dantian was destroyed, Soh Woonhwi was kidnapped by the Blood Cult and lived as a third-rate spy.

One day, he died while being used to find a legendary sword immortal’s secret records. However, he returned to the day he was kidnapped ten years ago and obtained a mysterious ability that allowed him to hear the voice of swords.

The impoverished worker Yu Shu suddenly wins three hundred million dollars, and she thinks her life has reached its peak. However, reality tells her that three hundred million is just the beginning…Buying a car and a house, smashing golden eggs, all are first prizes; when shopping in a mall, she wins the first prize of one kilogram of gold; scratch-off tickets casually reveal five thousand dollars; meals are free; reposts always win; passing the bar exam and driving test all pass on the first try…The biggest prize Yu Shu has ever won in her life is Shen Youlin, loving him with two hundred million dollars inadvertently revealed in his pocket…

Luo Ling, an expert in the art of disguise, was bound to a System and was eager to begin his task.

As a result, before even successfully completing a mission, he got married!

At a 36 degree angle, Luo Ling sorrowfully looked up into space: “Tong’er, tell me, do I still have a chance to free myself?”

System: “… Your man is behind you.”

Luo Ling: “!!!”

The person who arrived, gathered Luo Ling in his arms, hugging him from behind as he said in a bewitchingly dangerous tone: “Based on your thoughts, it seems that I have not given you enough love. So let’s proceed in exploring ways to continue a new life.”

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What do you do when your brother dies because of some entitled assholes? You go undercover.My real name? Clare. But at school, I’m Clause—just another guy blending in. Disguised. Watching. Yes, a boy. No, it's not an all-boys school—I'm just deep undercover, hunting down the bastard responsible for my brother’s suicide. Nobody—and I mean nobody—messes with my precious brother and gets away with it. They better pray I never find them, because when I do? Death will be a mercy, and trust me—I don’t do mercy.And as for the egotistical Alpha and the narcissistic Vampire Prince? They can go fuck themselves. I don’t do mates, I don’t do claiming, and I sure as hell don’t do them.