MTL - The Best Small Farm - Chapter 6 The pie that fell from the sky is really moldy

Su Yunxiu fell in love with a person when she was a freshman, and the other party took the initiative to pursue it. The two decided to be together in their second year. After graduating from college, they stayed together silently for four years, gradually honing her gentleness and patience.

In the face of the gossip, Su Yunxiu willingly endured it.

At the birthday party, Su Yunxiu stood at the door of the half-closed room, listening to the laughter inside, only to realize that they were his plan from the very beginning, and she was just a bet between them.

At the moment when the truth came, she deleted all the man’s contact information, and took the initiative to pack up and make room to leave.

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After breaking up, Su Yunxiu began to concentrate on her career and only wanted to make money. Seeing that the girl became more and more outstanding, Xu Mu was itching to get it back, and she blocked her way from get off work full of joy. Su Yunxiu sneered: “This gentleman, you are a good dog Get in the way, you’re in the way.”

Xu Mu: “…”

Behind her, there was a handsome and handsome man wearing a mask, slowly coming to her side, hugging the girl intimately and possessively, with a low and sweet voice: “Xiuxiu, we should go home.”

The girl passed him by without even giving him a look.

Young Master Xu, who stayed where he was, turned red as a joke.

Before she knew Yu Wenci, her world was gloomy and gloomy. After knowing him, the man devoted his whole life to gently and completely cleared away the unease in her heart, and let her laugh freely in his world.

He once said, “Little girl, why are you so embarrassed every time we meet?”

“Okay, stop pretending, cry if you want to, and won’t laugh at you, what are you doing?”

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When a person dies, they either die light as a feather (aka unimportant) or heavy as Mt. Tai (aka very important).

From the end of the world to the ancient times, before Gu Yundong could breathe a sigh of relief, he found that he was on the way to escape from the famine.

And their family was being kicked out by their grandparents from the fleeing family team, and everyone else was watching from the sidelines.

The father is missing, the mother is stupid, the little radish-headed brother and sister have bony heads and huge heads, and the dying Gu Yundong only feels a toothache.

No way, just roll up your sleeves and do it.

Doing business, opening shops, and buying fertile farmland, Gu Yundong’s life is going well. If there is no one around who is staring at her and wants to marry her back home, she can go to heaven.

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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.”