MTL - I Do Daily Quests In Wizard World - Chapter 166 Artificial Abyss (2)

As childhood sweethearts, they were made to engage under the manipulations of their families. It involved having to to live in the same room and sleep together.

One night, she is accidentally made drunk, and in his delirium, he kisses her only to realize he enjoys it. From time to time, he would sneak a kiss on her, but his “crime” is eventually discovered in an accident. After being accused by her, he says with a smile, “You are my wife, why can’t I kiss you?”

The two people’s daily routine is full of bickering and mutual discrediting of each other.

Although he claims to disparage, he actually cares intensely about her. He feels crazily jealous when she is close to other men, to the point of tying her to his side, so that she becomes exclusively his.

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1. For two years, Mu Qinglin was worried about something, and often went to drink in Hongmen Alley, the unintentional East Street.
By chance, she conveniently rescued a little hedgehog with a plump mouth.
Coaxing her to go to school, accompanying her to grow up, smoothing out her hair in handfuls, this little hedgehog took a fancy to her, chased her with both soft and hard methods, and after smoothing out the things in her heart for her, vowed to stay with her for the rest of his life.
Later, he left her without any warning, and there was no news of her for many years.
2. In the years after the breakup, Zhou Yi walked tens of kilometers on the grassland thousands of miles away every day, protecting the wild animals and their habitats that might be killed at any time with his flesh and blood.
Brutal, dry, and unknown.
When he died again due to poor medical and equipment conditions, Zhou Yi, the deputy captain of the patrol team, decided to return to China to seek financial help.
In the drinking game with the leadership of the foundation, Zhou Yi was poured several glasses of white wine and used the excuse of going to the bathroom to induce vomiting.
Coming back and bumping into Mu Qinglin’s familiar face, Zhou Yi’s nerves were broken, and he subconsciously called her, “Sister——”
Mu Qinglin, who was the host and guest, was silent for a few seconds, then burst out laughing, “Who is Captain Zhou called?”
Zhou Yi came back to his senses, rubbed his face carelessly and said, “Sorry, I admitted the wrong person.”
The smile on Mu Qinglin’s face disappeared in an instant, and he couldn’t leave the wine all night afterwards.

It was night, Zhou Yi returned to the temporarily rented house exhausted, and when he came out of the shower, someone grabbed his wrist and clasped it behind his back.
Mu Qing, who smelled like alcohol, came up to him, gritted her teeth and asked, “Admit it?! Zhou Yi, it’s only been five years, how dare you forget me completely?!”
Zhou Yi pursed his lips tightly and dared not speak.
Over the years, she obviously misses the smell of this person crazily…
● 1v1, he, reunited after a broken mirror, with an age difference of 8 years
● Wildlife Ranger vs Investigative Reporter
● When I miss you, you are in my eyes, in my heart, and in my passionate life.

Content tags: Romance in the City, Reunion after a Broken Mirror, A Match Made in Heaven, The Proud Son of Heaven
Search keywords: Protagonist: Zhou Yi, Mu Qinglin ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:

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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.”

Back to the end of Ming Dynasty, he was reduced to a slave.

This emperor, a beggar can do it, a slave can do it, a bandit can do it, but a house slave can’t do it?

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