MTL - Shura’s Wrath - Chapter 845 Big things

Riding a flying sword, drinking wine while holding beauties, fighting against a generation of geniuses for opportunities, Who doesn't like such an Immortal World?But not if you are a mortal who got thrown amidst high level cultivators. And Long Ming felt precisely that.

*Book 1 and 2 are available on my new page . It has been written under a new name 'Gilgamesh' and a new pen name Tobascoasako. It features light edits on the original. [wife will be reposting for me]*Book 3 is now updating every week on Sunday!

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.

Also known as: Modern Alpha dressed as an ancient scumbag
Song Boxue woke up and read an ancient sadomasochistic text.
The original hostess disguised herself as a man and cheated money and sex. She was the cannon fodder fiancé of the hostess Jiang Fanyin, and she was a small county magistrate who was corrupt.
When Jiang Fanyin was most helpless, the small magistrate not only ruined Jiang Fanyin’s innocence, but also drove her out without a penny.
Later, Jiang Fanyin was living on the street and was rescued by the male protagonist. With the help of the male protagonist, he regained everything and broke the legs of the small county magistrate.
Song Boxue: “…” Her legs are a little weak.
When she looked up, she saw Jiang Fanyin who was tied up with five flowers.
Is this a plot that has already progressed to the point of destroying people’s innocence?
Song Boxue: ! Let go now.
After letting people go, Song Boxue immediately decided to move, and it was best to stay away from Jiang Fanyin.
Run quickly, if you run slowly, your legs will not be protected!
Unexpectedly, the fever period came suddenly…
In a trance, she smelled the faint tea fragrance, fresh and sultry.
When he woke up, Song Boxue looked at Jiang Fanyin, whose neck was covered with red marks! ! Can I still save my legs when I run now?
small theater~~
Song Boxue: This official is ill, and his illness is not serious.
Jiang Fanyin: Oh, if you are ill, quickly treat it.
Song Boxue: I want to kiss you when I get sick.
Jiang Fanyin: Oh, continue to be sick.

1. A has no extra organs and has a child.
2. The writing is white, slow and sweet.
3. There are many private settings, which are purely fictitious.
Finally: Thank you for your support, hold tight, and turn around~

Content tags: travel through time and space, wear a book, disguise as a man, ancient history, main attack
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