Divine Card Creator - Chapter 113 - Exasperating!

[Completed & female disguised as male & did the eight-fold mirror of the silent master hit your heart~]

In the eyes of others, Mr. Dumb is cold all over his body, his aura of a big boss frightens everyone, and one look can make you feel like a chill…

In Gu Shen’s eyes, it was a different feeling—-

Xiao Jiu’s waist is slim and her legs are long, she is so cruel and arrogant that she is so cute, even when she beats someone up, she is so cute and good-looking, people can’t help… want to take her home~

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However, his daughter-in-law’s peach blossoms are blooming, so he can bear with the man, why is his meowing woman here to join in the fun? !

So one day, a certain god quietly blacklisted the coquettish sluts in the silent master’s phone…

- Description from novelbuddy

# Mistake, the object of online dating is actually a teacher in college #
# Sister I Can #
# Online dating is risky, my girlfriend is super sweet #

Copywriting:
Lu Ya has been dating someone online for more than half a year, and when it’s time to meet, the online dating partner panicked and confessed that he is a man.
Lu Ya clenched her fists——
The pleasant female voice sent by the other party is because the voice changer is turned on!
The feeling of being cheated is very uncomfortable, Lu Ya thought for a while, and dialed the phone at the gate of the other party’s community.
The same nice female voice answered the phone: “Hello?”
Lu Ya tightened his fists and lowered his voice slightly: “Hello, someone ordered takeaway for you, but you need to come to the door to pick it up.”
“it is good.”
Lu Ya stood outside the gate of the community, and she didn’t know what to do, she just waited for someone to come out and take a look at her true colors before leaving.
But after a few minutes, it was the teacher of the professional class in college who appeared in front of him.
Lu Ya immediately respected and stood upright: “Mr. Sang, Mr. Sang.”
“What a coincidence, you also live in this community.”
Sang Qingxu looked at her, and the smile on his lips grew stronger: “Is the takeaway you?”

Content tags: urban love soft spot sweet text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Lu Ya, Sang Qingxu ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One-sentence introduction: Help! Online dating to a teacher in college!
Conception: Believe that the future will be bright

- Description from novelbuddy

Lacking a pocket dimension, lacking a power, lacking a thigh to hug onto and the three life advantages (money, power, and looks), he had been cautiously living in the apocalypse for ten years, getting closer to falling inside the zombie’s mouths. But unexpectedly, he had the terrible luck, to be caught in a fight between two gangs and die, it really left people feeling disappointed.

But when he opened his eyes, he had returned to a decade ago, three months before the apocalypse!

Like before he still lacked an ability, an ordinary person without a pocket dimension, but he did have ten full years of experience living in the apocalypse! Even if he didn’t fight zombies, didn’t hunt monsters, he could still live a carefree farming life in the safe zone.

Find a safe house, utilise all kinds of skills from his previous life to farm in exchange for meat, and if possible, find a person to peacefully spend the rest of his life with; ordinary people had their own ordinary little pieces of happiness.

Originally believing he had picked up a beauty he returned home to prepare a golden house, but on the contrary he was the one being pushed down……someone once said, whether it is people or matters, by no means can you only look at the surface!

- Description from novelupdates

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.