MTL - Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation - v3 Chapter 2491 The number of days is hard to beat

In his last life, Xue Yan had been a powerful minister all his life. When he returned to seven years old, he didn’t want to be any more. In the same way, he has all the power in the world, but his family cannot end well.

Unexpectedly, his father suddenly picked up a baby girl, saying that he had raised him and would be his daughter-in-law.

The daughter-in-law is all good, but not good at all. She can’t be allowed to sneak out alone.

Otherwise, she will bring you back a great general this time, and next time she will bring you a different surnamed king, and even the queen mother of the dynasty will be rescued…

Not long after, I’ll bring you a little emperor again…

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Jiang Yue, the supreme commander of Area A in the end of the world, actually dressed in ancient times and became a three-and-a-half-year-old girl.

No matter how she lived her life, it was just that her future husband didn’t know what was going on. Every time she kindly rescued a person, he would be disgraced.

(Sweet pet text, one-on-one, double clean)

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[Mature Content:]Alaric was too close to Nicolette.Her mouth was just inches away from his.He could smell the lavender on her skin, the heat radiating from within her.But he held back, refusing to be carried away by her charm…“Mr. Allens…” she purred, and he looked down at her.Her eyes widened with desire, and he knew, in that moment, that if he wanted to kiss her, she would let him.The last thing he wanted was commitment. He knew that Nicolette didn’t want that either.But why was she this tempting?So willing?It was that willingness that confused him.She blinked, then swallowed as she pulled the jacket off her shoulders. His eyes lingered on her exposed neck.God.He just wanted to bury his mouth in that hollow spot.“Here,” Nicolette said calmly, extending the jacket to him.He took the jacket, his hand brushing hers just a second. She flinched, her face turning pink as she clutched the towel against her chest.His stomach flipped at the sight.If only that towel would give way to…Before he could stop himself, Alaric pressed his arousal against her stomach, pushing her against the wall, cornering her.She gasped at the sudden movement and for a moment, he lost his mind.“Cole…” he breathed, crushing himself against her.Her eyes gleamed with desire and a vulnerability that rocked him to his core.He would be foolish not to give in to this feeling.But he would also be a fool if he did.She had chosen to marry him.Not her boyfriend.And definitely not Lucian Crawford.Yet, he couldn't help it.She was only his for a year.But still…***************When her business and the gallery she inherited from her mother burn to the ground, Nicolette Voss is determined to rebuild—and get revenge on her father.She turned to her father’s rival, Alaric Allens, for an alliance.Alaric is willing to help, but on one condition—she must be his wife for a year.They called him Ruthless Alaric after an infamous incident 6 years ago. Alaric is back in town, and so are the crumbs of his past. But he is determined to change everything with a wife.He has his hidden agenda.She needs her revenge.But will this marriage between storm and steel survive the heat? And what will they do when deep secrets threatens to destroy them both?

Xia Zhiyi just opened the door and was sent directly to another world.
Besides her, there are other people here, even her ex-girlfriend Jing Ruyu who just broke up.
Then a mysterious voice fell in their ears——
【Are you regretting your choice?
【Do you feel pain because you can’t control your body?
【Have you seen death and feel unwilling because life is short?
[It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, this is the ‘new world’, the new life you are looking for is here, and it is waiting for you not far ahead!
[Lucky ones who have been selected, you only need to complete the task and live until the end, and you will be able to welcome your new life! 】
At the end, I added two sentences.
[Don’t die, you will never have another chance if you die.
[Treasure life is everyone’s responsibility, I wish you all the best, hee hee. 】
Everyone was horrified, but Xia Zhiyi was different.
“This voice,” she turned her head to look at Jing Ruyu, and commented objectively, “It’s so yin and yang.”
Jing Ruyu: “?”
What is your focus here? ?
After everything that happened after that, Xia Zhiyi realized that this “new world” was not only yin and yang, but also a game of death.
Facing the monsters and ghosts in the dungeon, in order to survive, she decided not to be a human!
Later, she discovered that her ex-girlfriend Jing Ruyu had a secret.
An unknown and unspeakable secret.

[Eating guide for this article]
○ Sand Sculpture｜Raising Cubs｜Not a particularly scary infinite stream
○ The private setting is like a mountain, it is purely made up｜Logic serves the plot｜It’s just a story, don’t force it if you don’t like it
○ Scarf: @咕咕Is it too hot to pass out today?

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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.”