The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me! - Chapter 788 - 779 Open and Secret Struggles (1)

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Yunran, the queen of mercenaries in the last days, unexpectedly transmigrated into the ugly and stupid second lady of the prime minister’s mansion of Dongzhou Kingdom, with two three-and-a-half-year-old Xiaotuanzi.

Mengbao No. 1 has a photographic memory, an “ordinary” poison doctor genius.

Mengbao No. 2 awakens the super spiritual root once in a millennium, and with a little fan punch, the earth shakes.

And she, with the treasure of space in her body, contracted the ancient beasts, and refined the peerless divine pills! ?

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Just as Yunran was gearing up, ready to experience the joy of torturing scum.

But who can tell her what happened to these big bosses who suddenly appeared?

The first tyrant: There is a throne here, you take the time to inherit it.

Cold-faced God of War: Uncle thinks you have the talent of a general, look at this million-strong army…

The first imperial merchant: Come, the second uncle will show you the happiness of a rich woman.

Heihua Guoshi: Whoever bullies you, the third uncle will curse him.

A certain ghost king imprisoned the person in his arms, and said coldly: “Close the door, let the monsters go, and no one will try to steal the king’s treasure.”

Yunran:? ? ? ?

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Rumor has it that Mo Beiyuan, the ghost king, with a pair of ghost pupils, a lone star of the devil, and a womanizer, is the most difficult person in the Five Kingdoms.

Yunran not only provoked, but also became the one on the cusp of his heart.

#He used to be a devil in the dark, but he is willing to walk out of the abyss hell step by step for her#

[The heroine is not weak, she is physically and mentally clean, 1v1, cute baby]

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Tao Tao has transformed into Yang Peimin from the 1970s, a spoiled and arrogant original character who is the princess of her family. She is pampered by her parents, indulged by her brother and sister-in-law, and even her younger sister dares not raise her voice against her.Being waited on hand and foot is not an understatement, all because she possesses a unique skill – she falls ill whenever asked to work or scolded!She is known in the village as a lazy girl, and families looking for a daughter-in-law shake their heads and waive her off upon mentioning her. Apart from her looks, she has nothing but flaws, and she is certainly not a worthy ancestor to marry. It's foreseeable that her marriage will be a major issue.So, for the newly arrived Tao Tao, is this a good hand or a bad one?Until someone who saw some sparks beneath her notoriously bad reputation.Yes, she is someone who can be molded.

Everyone transmigrated to the High Continent and became a Lord to participate in the conquest between Lords from all the other races.
A few lucky Lords would receive Lord Talents.
“Hah! My talent is the Knight’s Hall, a Diamond-Tier Lord Talent! My subjects can job change into a unique warrior class, the Combat Spirit Knight!”
“My Lord Talent is the King of Abyss. I can summon demons to become my subjects!”
“I have a lot of subjects who are scientists! I can create advanced technologies!”
“My Talent allows me to cultivate! I’ll become a celestial!”
Zhou Zhou received a Legendary-Tier Lord Talent — 100% drop rate!
Not only could he see the things he would receive from an enemy, but his enemies would drop all of their loot when they were defeated.
“Watch as I make you drop your Talents!”

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.”