MTL - Eye of Destiny - Chapter 147 anti siege

Jing Yao slept with the CEO from a rich family who was rumored to stay away from women. She even got pregnant. Jing Yao grew up not receiving any love from her parents. Although she and her sister were twins, she looked nothing like her older sister. Her parents favored her older sister.

Jing Yao was forced to start working at a young age, while her sister could stay at home and do nothing. Jing Yao had to pay her own tuition fees. A single purse her sister owned cost several tens of thousand. Not only that, but her older sister even got together with her fiance, whom she had been engaged to since they were children.

Formally speaking, Jing Yao was the second sister in the family. However, in reality, she was so poor that she couldn’t even pay her own rent. Her family had never shown her any care or affection.

For the sake of her older sister’s marriage, Jing Yao’s biological mother set her up by making her drink with an investor. She was even drugged. Fortunately, she was alert enough to run away. However, she ran in the wrong direction. As a result, she ended up sleeping with Liang Xun.

After returning home, Jing Yao’s mother yelled at her. Her jerk of a fiance humiliated her. Jing Yao called off the wedding on the spot. Ever since then, she left the Jing family.

Later, Liang Xun found out Jing Yao was pregnant. He approached her and asked her to marry him. However, Jing Yao rejected him. Liang Xun directly offered 100 million as her wedding gift, and she eventually agreed.

Rumors began to spread on the internet. Jing Yao, a female celebrity who recently gained popularity, was rumored to have gotten involved in her older sister’s relationship. Some even said she was Liang Xun’s sugar baby. Despite being criticized, Jing Yao published a positive post in response. “I don’t have an older sister, and I am Liang Xun’s sugar mommy.”

Liang Xun immediately commented on her post. “My wife is right.”

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“Who said I want to be the hero?”——Silas, a streamer, died in a fire. When he opened his eyes, a man stood before him, pleading for his help — and from that moment onwards, things changed.[Pick a Choice],[Choice A — Be the Good Guy]

“Reincarnated into the World of Magic as a demon, the last thing Davis expected was to grow up right amidst the arms of angels. Ever since the group of philanthropic angels took pity on his miserable birth and adopted him, Davis has been forced to keep his evil identity a secret while he signed in to the system.

“”Ding! The Host has signed in at Angel’s Pond, ‘The Saint’s Halo’ is rewarded!””

“”Ding! Devil’s blood activated. Sign in error. ‘The Devil’s Curse’ is additionally rewarded!””

“”Ding! The Host has signed in at God’s Throne, ‘Gold’s Holy Axe’ is rewarded!””

“”Ding! Devil’s blood activated. Sign in error. ‘The Devil’s Manifistation’ is additionally rewarded!””

After a thousand years of quietly signing into places in the City of Angels and being rewarded with double the rewards, Davis’s true identity finally came to light! Now as a true Devil, Davis had both the world of angels and demons surrendering at his feet!”

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.”