MTL - After Learning How to Read Minds, Mr. Huo Takes Me to Bed Every Night! - Chapter 430 Don't you feel bad?

Some people find the world to be an awful place while others believe it's an amazing one. Everyone lives their lives differently making each individual different from the next.

Azrail finds himself lost on what to believe since he has lived through what seems like hell yet has saw others simply enjoying the life they are given. Even after going through wars, being abandoned, and losing some of the ones he loved he can't find himself to hate the world.

The only thing he finds himself hating is himself and others who have put him in unforgiving situations.

Join Azrail as he tries to find out who he really is as a person while going through what could be described as hell and trying to search for what makes him happy and surviving whatever this world throws at him.

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Zhou Xiaoxiao, an ordinary fine arts student, transmigrates over to a strange ancient world. She becomes an insignificant character who is highly skilled in martial arts.

Zhou Xiaoxiao was determined to escape her lowly identity as a henchman and live independently. However, she suddenly comes across the exquisitely handsome scholar Yu Xingzhi, who was tormented until he was on his dying breath.

Since staying alive in this dog eat dog world is already difficult, will she rescue him or will she go down her own path? And can she possibly return to the modern world?

This is an unlikely romance story between a heroic woman and a frail yet beautiful scholar.

Mini Theatre:

Yu Xingzhi: “Wife, don’t return to your maiden house, I’ll agree to all your requests.”

Zhou Xiaoxiao: “You’ll agree to all my requests? Then strip nude and become my art model.”

Yu Xingzhi was blushing from ear to ear as he removed his armor and clothes.

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Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.