MTL - My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker - Chapter 5704 Fanwai-Tianyun Group Meeting (1)

“We campaigned for a century, prevailing against all obstacles. The sole exception being the Marshal, who could not be defeated…… the military fame of the Marshal endures, yet the Alliance has been utterly crushed. From this day forth, all the glory belongs to the Marshal, himself.”

As the Alliance government that stood for a thousand years crumbled, the Galactic Empire rose into power. The supreme military leader of the Alliance, Gavin Silla, refused to surrender and chose to fight to the death for his nation.

“Your Majesty, in the Age of Old Earth, mint blossoms were believed to be an omen for reunion. In the language of flowers, it means—

—hoping to see you once more.”

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Nine harmonic zither chords shook the universe, who dared to not acknowledge the lord?

Ji Chenli and Ming Lang divorced.

She has been out of breath for many years, and she shouldn’t have caused any waves in the circle, but her divorce partner is Ming Lang.

The news of the actress’ suicide and death was forwarded hundreds of thousands of times, even surpassing the popularity of Ji Chenli on the day when she won the actress trophy.

Ji Chenli woke up again, and found that his time had gone back seven years, back to the first day of his marriage with Ming Lang.

She calmly accepted the fact of being reborn, and the first thing she did when she woke up was to find a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement and send it to her newly married partner.

“Let’s get a divorce.” Ji Chenli smiled, seeing that the face of the person he once loved was darker than the bottom of the pot, and his heart felt relieved.

【Reading Guide】
1. Same-sex marriageable background, mind carefully
2. Ming Lang (Attack) X Ji Chenli (Shou)
3. Dog blood text, enter with caution
4.he

Content tags: entertainment circle marriage love war
Protagonist: Ming Lang (lang, three tones), Ji Chenli┃ Others: he

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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.”