MTL - The Only Magician on Earth - Chapter 576 Tangmen stronghold

In a person’s life, three percent depends on hard work, seven percent depends on talent, and ninety percent depends on appearance.

Ding Mu, originally an ordinary person with a little handsome, a little money, and a little smart, could only live an ordinary life with a little luxury and a little glory.

By chance, Ding Mu wanted to download Meitu Xiuxiu, but got a real-life beautification system of aliens.

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In the Sky Sword Continent there are thousands of sects and strong cultivators as common as trees. In order to prevent his older sister from being forcefully married off, Lu Xuan had no choice to but to unceasingly cultivate and enter a sect to ask for a favor. By chance, a sword-shaped crystal of mysterious origins entered into Lu Xuan’s body, containing countless top-class martial skills, powerful martial arts, and everything you could wish for! A martial legend starts here…

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[Female lead space + male lead rebirth]

Yin Miao just picked up an angry book from the ruins of the apocalypse, and accidentally entered the book and became an exiled unlucky person. It’s just that there are poor mountains, bad waters and hungry people everywhere, and they also drag a family who are used to the fine clothes, jade, food and grains.

Fortunately, the system sent an initial mission gift package-a space, but she just planned to develop the village into her own vegetable basket, meat plate, rice bag, and natural disasters and wars came.

Yin Miao cracked…

“Where A Miao goes, I will go.”

Seeing the bright woman who was packing things everywhere and preparing to take her family to escape, Xiao Xuan leaned against the tree and said with a smile.

Refugee Yin Miao hid the food stock that was about to explode at any time, and remembered that the plot mission had already deviate from the 108,000-mile mission, she sighed and asked, “Will you also go to the place where you lost your head?”

“Then I’ll go even more.”

A flicker of anger flashed in Xiao Xuan’s eyes, and this time, no one could move the slightest bit of what he wanted to protect.

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Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.