MTL - Douluo: My Martial Spirit is the Ten Fierce Sky Horned Ants - Chapter 6 , Xiao Wu was scared back

Gu Ting Yu is a veterinarian with a fear of animals. Haunted by the same nightmare all these years, he is desperate to find out the reason behind those dreams. He then travels into a fantasy realm by fate, entering the Palace of the Twelve Sacred Beasts.

How does it feel to lose your parents at the tender age of four?Imagine the trauma, the psychological scars. Now, take it a step further—what if they died right in front of you?That was Kael’s reality. As a young boy, he watched his parents perish while desperately protecting a golden coin.At the time, Kael had no idea of its significance. He only knew that their deaths were tied to it.Fleeing from his father’s murderers, he was forced to survive on the unforgiving streets, learning to fight, steal, and endure.Twelve years later, he had transformed into one of the deadliest assassins the world had ever known.He had no official title. No known employer. No traceable identity. Just a calling card.They called him The Coin Flipper.Not because he left his mark, but because after every kill—just as the body hit the ground, as the last breath escaped—he would flip a coin.No one knew why. Some believed it was mockery, a cruel reminder that fate had turned against them. Others thought it was ritual.But what they didn’t know was that each coin held power—literal currency of the Core System embedded in Kael’s soul.Every kill earned him millions. Digital fortunes funneled into off-grid accounts with each confirmed target. Blood turned into bounty, pain into profit.And one thing was certain: if you saw the glint of a coin spinning through the air, death had already found you.

[Sweet and refreshing, group pet, scumbag]

Si Fuqing opened her eyes, not only was her luck taken away, but everyone also asked her to get out of the entertainment circle.

When she relived her life again, she just wanted to lie down with salted fish. Who would have guessed that there would always be people who didn’t have long eyes jumping around, pulling on her to rub her heat, and she didn’t have any real ability. Have to pack up anyway.

Si Fuqing squeezed his wrist and moved.

Later, the Internet frantically scolded her for posting Yu Yao over her own strength, spreading rumors that her private life was disorderly, and—

International diva: I can stand here today, thanks to Qingqing

Top 1 male top stream: stay away from my sister @ 玉耀

Even the official of the International Games: Congratulations to Si Fuqing for winning the 13th individual gold medal, waiting for a retirement

At first, Yu Yao dismissed Si Fuqing, but when he learned the truth, he couldn’t regret it and knelt down and just wanted her to take another look, so he could only post a clarification Weibo: @Si Fuqing, 9 aunts are good.

That day, the entire network was paralyzed.

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According to historical records, Emperor Yin became famous at a young age, he was perfect and powerful, and he had the world in his heart. However, he died at the age of 27 due to illness. His life was short. He had no wife, no concubine, no children and no grandchildren. He was the white moonlight male god of countless people.

No one knows, he opened his eyes again and came to 1500 years later.

This time, he saw the prosperous summer that he had long imagined.

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Soon after the identity of Emperor Yin was exposed, Si Fuqing learned that the idol was by her side. She admired it very much and just wanted to—

Si Fuqing: Work hard!

Emperor Yin: Promise to each other

Si Fuqing: ? ? ?

I’m working hard but you want me?

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Almighty Yan Dian Goddess × Killing Qinggui Emperor

From the black of the whole network to the top of the gods, by the way, 1v1 with the male gods

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Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.