MTL - Righteous Angry Hunting Demon - v2 Chapter 554 A deadly demon who knows martial arts

Su Qingqing was being watched by a pervert.

Yes, that man with a model figure and an immortal appearance that was all about women’s aesthetic points, however he was ruthless and refused to recognize her. He also successfully fooled her into a marriage with only ninety-nine yuan!

It should’ve been that each takes what they need, it’s mutual benefit. Typically, everything should revolve around interests.

But only watching her make a fool of herself, secretly letting her go, mocking her for being ugly without make-up!
Even worse, he squatted at her bedside one night.

His handsome face was full of indignation.

What do you mean by warding off evil spirits?

What contraception??

The man laughed wantonly, and there was no trace of cold air in him. “Darling, I missed you all night last night.”

“Shut up! What are you trying to do?”

The man hooks his lips, trapping the person under his body with an overwhelming advantage. His posture was very provocative.

“What do you want to do…”

Eh? Is it not enough to pay you back? Do I have to sleep with you??

Su Qingqing’s heart trembled. “Go away, you pervert! Let go of me! If you have the ability, let go. Let…let’s fight!”

“Fight? Then we can fight in bed.”

“…”

“Who shouts stop first is the loser, how about it?”

He didn’t even give Su Qingqing the chance to regret, as the man kept her lips shut.

Wuwu, this husband, she can’t stand it, can she give him away?

- Description from Novelupdates

Young Master He had always been a male god in the eyes of others.

Until one day, the god-like him died.

And he became the much detested white silk trouser-wearing second rich generation.

Male God He was unaffected by this.

In his previous life, he had sacrificed everything for his clan, now, he could finally break free from that tiring life.

The only thing was that he had gained a handicapped partner.

Initially, he thought his partner was just a weak, gullible and pure lamb.

In the end, a certain person changed entirely making everybody cry and shout daddy.

- Description from Novelupdates

Sealed Kaguya;Mikoto on her wedding night;Kushina during the Nine-Tails' Rampage;Kidnapped Konan...Uchiha Kage, who crawled out of the pile of dead bodies from the night of the clan massacre, discovers that every night he can enter a mysterious space.The space not only contains real female ninjas, but also real instances that update from time to time.Furthermore, by absorbing the dropped ninja fragments, he will also gain the abilities of the corresponding ninja.Crap, it's like I've started playing in the real Naruto world!You say I'm inherently evil?That's right, from now on, I am the most evil Uchiha!I'm going to make Konoha... No, I'm going to turn the entire ninja world into a paradise that belongs to only me!——Sasuke: I treated you like a younger brother, but it turns out you're my dad?Naruto: Awesome, Sasuke! Turns out we're actually blood brothers!

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”