MTL - Save Uchiha, Start From Flipping the Table - Chapter 332

Wang Tianxiao was reborn thirty years ago, the day before the eldest son was born.

It was more than 20 degrees below zero, and the wife shivered on the cold kang with her big belly and three-year-old daughter in her arms.

In the pot, there was no firewood to be seen, and the bottom of the water tank was solidly frozen.

What a difficult start.

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The new book “Mystical Tycoon Rebuilds the Underworld in the Stars” is out! Please add to your collection~【Metaphysics + Exciting Story + Dual Strengths + 1v1】Jiangli went into seclusion one day, and when she emerged, it had already been 800 years. When she opened her eyes, she found that the world had completely changed.The money and the quadrangle courtyard she had hoarded were gone, replaced by a huge debt.And a silly disciple.Jiangli could only tearfully roll up her sleeves and pick up her old trade.Gradually, people soon discovered that the Taoist Temple, which was on the verge of bankruptcy and demolition, suddenly started prospering again, with big shots seeking help one after another.Famous movie stars, trending idols, company CEOs, celebrities from all walks of life: “Tycoon, save me!”However, no one noticed that the revered tycoon they spoke of was addicted to live streaming.Yet in the tycoon's live stream channel, there was always a patron dominating the leaderboard.Everyone was speculating about the identity of this lavish mystery patron.During one incident, Jiangli said in a live stream: Thanks to my husband...Fans: Shocked!!! The tycoon's husband has been revealed!!!

Is a flower demon with three hundred years of cultivation.

Shao Zi’s biggest wish is to beat up that egghead Scholar (shu sheng) that always comes to water plants at noon.

But when she got close and rubs her hands in preparation for action, she realizes that she’s clearly playing along to someone’s rhythm ah!

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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.”