MTL - I Swear I Don’t Have A Python In My Pool - Chapter 1772 Burst!

The reborn Chi Feiran swiftly ran to the entertainment world to protect his life. After working one time with Rong Jin, a famous actor, the shipping between them erupted.

“You guys, look at Ranran! He’d never smiled so sweetly as he sang before!”

Chi Feiran was dumbstruck, his last mini album was a compilation of sad depressed love songs! It’s all broken-hearted songs with being dumped, being cheated on, being a spare tire, is he supposed to smile when he’s being kept as a spare?! Does that make any sense?!

Rong Jin: “……”
So he actually likes me……

It’s the first time actor Rong had a gay scandal since he debuted many years ago. The shipping between them became very hyped up. Every day, Chi Feiran saw himself… If not being paid for, he’s being cared for. So many scandals that it’ll need to be put in cargo when shipped out.

Until the day when the big internet users exposed who his biological and step-father were……

The silence is the most terrifying.

Netizen A lamented, “If he couldn’t make it big he has to go home and succeed the business as a president, so pitiful…”
Netizen B sobbed, “What’s more pitiful is… He might have to inherit two businesses at once.”

Pampered rich young master Shou X Film Emperor Gong who’s outwardly a noble flower but inwardly a narcissistic internet addict with a tendency to over-fantasise. Easy read! Good-feeling plots! Sweet story!

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This book is also called “The Unscientific Ninja Master of Sand Ninja Village”.

“Gara, come on!” “When oil is dug, Sand Ninja Village will explode.” Gaara was puzzled. He was outraged. ”

Teacher Mu Feng, shouldn’t hard work mean hard work in cultivation? You always ask me to dig sand and find oil for cultivation. ”

“Scientifically speaking, digging sand is a very good exercise.”

“Just dig hard. If oil is dug, everyone in Sand Ninja Village will have a white cloth on their head. I will be the richest in the world.”

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In the Heart’s Kingdom, a kingdom where vampires reign and humans were nothing but livestock, Lilou, a peasant, found herself being preyed upon by the worst maniacal vampire of his kind. However, as terrifying as what he addressed her as his ‘reserved meal’, this vampire also called her his bride!

Except:

My eyes brood with fear, gazing at the still-beating heart in his hand. “My Lord, pardon me but… is this the bloody proof you promised to show me?” I asked, my voice shook as I gulped down whilst struggling my trembling knees from giving away.

“Mhm… do you now believe I’m good at capturing hearts?” The silver-haired man, bearing those menacing pair of deep crimson eyes stared proudly at me after a nod. I gasped when he clenched his hand and squeezed the fresh heart to smithereen.

“Yes, milord. You’re good at it, literally.” I’m mortified, watching the pieces of the heart fall as he approached. His every step made me take a step back until my back reached a solid pillar.

“Huh,” Samael chuckled briefly, stopping in front of me. His long, pointy nails that were covered with blood traced my elbow down to my hand. Gently, he clipped my forefinger in between his, guiding it before his lips. “Did I pass your test, though?” He asked, the sharp tip of his nail played over the tip of my finger.

I stared at his penetrating gaze as I reluctantly answered, “Barely.”

He smirked, nodding in satisfaction before he pressed his nail on the tip of my forefinger that was quick to produce a drop of blood. “Such sweet aroma.” He whispered, placing my bleeding finger in his mouth and licked it with passion.

His menacing gaze never left mine as he consumed a bit of my blood. “Does that mean you’re accepting my invitation?” Keeping my finger in between his fangs, Samael inquired.

I bit my lower lip unconsciously, my heart within my chest drummed as my back broke into sweats. “But… I’m just…” I paused, hoping my answer would put an end to this. “… I’m just a human.”

Samael clicked his tongue, displeased at my response as he let my finger go. “No,” He whispered.

My entire body stiffened when he bent over, caressing my shoulder up to my neck by the apex of his nose, as his hot breaths prickled my skin.

“You're not just a mere human... you are my human.” He stressed before I sensed his lips part and the tip of his fangs against my skin.

This book is about how a famous web writer who specializes in doting genre falls in love with a Mr. cellophane writer who specializes in angst genre.

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