MTL - I Became the King of Villains In the Game - Chapter 392 above the sea of ​​blood

As soon as she was wearing it, Qin Tianru picked up a beautiful man, touched him, and her powers were upgraded?

Facing the famines of the 1950s and the shortage of supplies, Qin Tianru, who had plant-based abilities, expressed no pressure.

As a result, flowers bloomed in one minute, branches and leaves were scattered in three minutes, grains were ripened in five minutes, and all kinds of precious medicinal materials were readily available.

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Villagers: The farmland is dry, the locusts are infested, the snowstorm is coming… God, these days will not last! !

The Qi family in the village: all of them are shiny and strong, and their three meals a day are delicious on earth.

Qi’s family spreads their hands: they can’t finish the grain and meat dishes in the cellar~

Villagers: Why is your family so outstanding?

Everyone in the Qi family: Because a little fairy came to my house!

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The man who woke up injured: “Who are you? Where did you come from?”

Qin Tianru has a cute face: “I’m here to be your daughter-in-law.”

The man’s eyes were sharp: “You are not from this era!”

Qin Tianru was stunned: My vest fell off so quickly?

The man raised the corner of his mouth, recalling the lonely life in his last life, maybe he can change his way of life in this life.

For example, marry a delicate little wife.

[The reborn boss who is ruthless and indifferent but very fond of his wife vs the delicate and very Buddhist fairy of crossing the road]

1. 1v1, marriage is determined by fate, only favored.

2. Overhead, all settings are based on this book, do not substitute for reality.

3. Warm farming, make a fortune, slow pace, and not many excellent products.

PS: Mother-daughter series “Blessed Wife Full of System Shuttle”

Sister series “The Koi Wife of the Big Brother of the Age”

- Description from novelbuddy

Did I just get reincarnated to the old self and the old world? What the hell kind of reincarnation is this? And that too no system? Fine. I guess I will do things this time differently. But wait what is these two white bulbs inside my head that I can even internally see. Is that the system? Nope. It's better than I thought. Follow Aric has he gets access to two different universes, one based on magic and other based on technology. Now he can teleport to two different universes whenever he wishes. Hopping around seems fun!What to expect : * 1000 words per chapter at least with 4 5 chapters per week * No harem* Don't expect MC to be a genocidal maniac but he will be ambitious.

A third-tier star, Lu Weiyu, an ordinary beta, urgently needs a backer.
After finally getting into the marshal’s banquet, just about to strike up a conversation——
Marshal raised his phoenix eyes and said, “Get lost.”
Lu Weiyu rolled away non-stop, and was pulled back by the marshal before he rolled away.
With a low voice and domineering eyes, the Marshal put him in his arms: “Did I tell you to get out? Get back.”
Lu Weiyu nodded tremblingly.
The marshal surrounded her, humming: “If you touch someone, you will be responsible to him.”
Lu Weiyu was dumbfounded, and said nonsense: “Okay, take responsibility.”
The marshal pinched the man’s chin and snorted coldly: “What are you responsible for? Women, don’t play with fire.”
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It was only later that Lu Weiyu found out that the marshal had fallen ill again.
Marshal: “I hit you with my life.”
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Demining:
Glyph of sand.
ABO, I don’t know what to write, just arrange it.
The cultural design is mine, please leave if you don’t like it.
Which channel to write about is my business, and I don’t need others to tell me what to do.
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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.”