MTL - HP Dear Miss Freak - Chapter 181 Hoddle's Extras Let's

There are only two things in Bai Tang’s life that are deeply rooted in her heart. One, fighting and killing, and two, tempering her treasure sword, Canglan.

What? Let her guide the blackened big boss? Since when is she the type to do such a meticulous work?

Hence.

“The host really doesn’t play the cards according to common sense at all!” System 168’s heart expressed extreme fatigue.

Wen Su, who came from the abyss full of bones, said, “If my family and friends loathe me, then I will disregard human relations and disown all blood relatives. If the whole world loathe me, then let blood flows into rivers.”

Bai Tang: Good boy, I will feed and clothe you, give you housing and transportation, poems and distance will also give you. Just be a good person! I will not point a sword at your heart, nor imprison your body with an iron cage.

Wen Su: Oh, but the only thing I want is a wife just like you.

I was in the abyss, but then you came in carrying a poisonous light. But why weren’t you burned by the poison? Since then, unable to forget, I put away my body full of spikes and thorns.

A slow burn love story about a female black lotus big boss VS a scheming villain.

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【The entire world bullies you, hates you, and isolates you, but your world has light because of him. I hate this world! But I love you!】

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