Purgatory Artist - Chapter 88: Hunt

Liang Wen transmigrated into an entertainment article, and the original owner was a mentally handicapped female supporting role who was blind and blind. Not only did he lose his marriage with the film emperor Ying Shunchen, but he was also brainwashed by the heroine of the white lotus, not to mention that he voluntarily handed over his qualifications for graduation performances.

When Liang Wen arrived, her hidden husband Ying Shunchen happened to return to China.
Airport. She was deformed by fans, and the envelope she was holding in her hand was dragged away.
Ying Shunchen said loudly, “I prefer handwritten letters to those of you who spend money on gifts for me.”
Liang Wen’s hands were frozen in the air: that…that’s not a letter, it’s a divorce agreement.

This has not been explained clearly, the next day Liang Wen was forced to stand at the entrance of the dance academy with a support light sign.
Ying Shunchen, who came to give the lecture, rolled down the car window and found his little wife holding a light sign.
The big words above are impressive: Husband, I want to give birth to a monkey for you.

Now I can’t explain anything.

small theater:
At the dance forest meeting, she accidentally joined forces with Ying Shunchen, just as she turned around and twisted her graceful body, with a hook of her finger, someone directly kissed her.
Liang Wen blushed: …Mr. Ying, please show your professionalism.
Ying Shunchen: Retired. Your husband doesn’t have that quality.
Liang Wen:? ? ? Bought from the best actor trophy at home?

One-sentence copywriting: Immortals dance, suck online…Darling!

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Teotihuacan, a sacred place of worship. In the vast world, feel the quaint and desolate ancient city, and the eagle cries and the leopard roars are chasing away.

Go back to Central America 700 years ago, when the Aztecs were very prosperous.

The priests stood at the top of the pyramid of the sun. One hundred thousand warriors covered the entire wilderness. fluttering. The high priest held his hands high, and the obsidian dagger gleamed in the sun, drawing a cruel and gorgeous arc, bringing the cycle of life back to the earth. Tens of thousands of cheers sounded, with the reverence of the ignorant era.

This was a gift dedicated to the sun god, in return for the sacrifice of the gods in creating the world.

Solemn sacrifices from sunrise to sunset, all-night revelry ignited the whole night, and so on for a hundred years, until white-skinned terrors came from the east coast, bringing blood, thunder, monsters, and disease.

Doomsday, as legend has it, or the end of the Fifth Era?

How can a traveler, in this fierce era, inherit the legacy of two thousand years of ancient Mesoamerican civilization, resist the invasion of Western colonizers with an immortal soul, and lead the ancient Aztec civilization to a new path ~~

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I really want to become stronger!

Ding! Congratulations to the host for binding to the Myriad Realms Mission Upgrade System and starting the journey of becoming stronger.

What? You said S-level ninjutsu is rare.

Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Immortal Technique? Dayama Rasengan.

What? You say the admiral is very strong? Ding! Congratulations to the host for defeating Admiral Akainu. The Clear Sky Hammer is the strongest martial spirit! What, that thing can still kill people? I have Emperor Yan that can burn the sky! What, that thing can still burn people to death? System, I want to be the big boss. Ding, congratulations to the host for becoming the Digital Emperor. System, I want a Zanpakutō. Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the most powerful Ice Emperor Pill. “How do you practice? How do you practice so fast.” “Sorry, I am a genius.” My name is Xia Muyang, a person who thinks about wandering every day. I am not in the world, but there is a legend about me in the world.

Main characters: Natsume Yo, Wada Chiba,

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Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.