Sis-Con With Dimensional Chat Group - Chapter 2092: Demon Lord

Xu Heran stood in the dark warehouse.
The woman in front of her who is more beautiful than moonlight is the heroine of this book.
In the following time, she will humiliate, fight, and insult the heroine. She will be faithfully shown to the audience by the camera in the live broadcast at the door, and then withdraw from the draft after being boycotted by the whole network. Spit for a lifetime.
The heroine who just finished dancing stood in the moonlight with an almost coquettish expression.
“Bring me here, what do you want to say?” she asked softly.
That being the case, I am not polite.
Xu Heran clenched his fists and shouted loudly, “Xin Nuo, I like you!”
I read the original book ten times, and Ma Ma likes you the most!
“I want to protect you!”
Never let the scumbag touch your hair!
She raised her hand, and her firm voice echoed in the warehouse.
“All my life, I’ve been crazy about Nuonuo, crazy about Nuonuo, bang against the big wall for Nuonuo!”
The firm voice echoed in the warehouse, the heroine is stupid, the director is crazy
Only the fans in the live broadcast sighed leisurely: “I’ll go, it’s exciting!”
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Sino is born again
Recalling that in her previous life, she was fought over, imprisoned and controlled, she sneered. This time, no one can stop her from realizing her dream!
The first step in realizing your dream is to get rid of the person in front of you who is trying to bully you.
The development of the clinker matter deviated from the previous life, and Xin Nuo froze when she heard the confession in her mouth.
And later, someone who often appeared by her side to greet her; someone who kept her away from prying eyes, and never left her;
“Hi, grab the heroine and run away, stab, stimulate!” On the hotel bed, someone who was drunk laughed happily.
“Stimulation?” She smiled softly, and put her palm close to someone’s cheek, “Why don’t you have something more exciting?”
In the early stage, the little milk dog, in the late stage, the wolf A, the attacking growth line, the clingy and coquettish spirit x the original Meiqiang, who appeared white and black, and the rebirth line, the gentle and seductive sister
[very important viewing guide]
*The author does not chase stars! Don’t mix circles! I am in the entertainment industry!
*When it comes to variety shows, there are references to real variety shows (including a large number of private settings), but everyone has no prototype! No prototypes! No prototypes! No prototypes!
*In the early stage, it starts from the draft. During the idol period, if you don’t fall in love, you can knock Xipi
*Easy Mary Su cookies, focus on cookies, love

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Apollo Kaiser, a boy who bore the unlucky fate of being unable to grow strong, was condemned by his family.

Discarded by his mother and abused by others, Apollo gives in to his rage.

However, this action results in his death. Many would believe it to be the end, but Apollo's death was a required catalyst.

The Demon Monarch System finds its heir and attaches to his soul, bringing him to a new world where he starts his journey to supremacy.

This difficult journey rife with conflict, conquest, and brutality shall serve as Apollo's temperance.

Watch as the heir of the Demon Monarch rises above all, conquers Sin, subjugates unthinkable enemies, and even brings about the destruction of worlds!

The rise of the next Demon Monarch begins...

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When her heart was pierced by ten thousand arrows, Wen Rou suddenly went back into the time when she was much younger.

With a wave of her pots and pans, the finest cuisines are created.

Make way, make way, the lady chef is here!

Wen Shouzhen: “Rou Er, the choice is yours to make! ”

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[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.