MTL - This Is My Primitive Tribe - v2 Chapter 265 Shenteng Chuanshan

[Full text free] Luo Ci was young and ignorant, and fell in love with a noble and cold man. The man had a pair of beautiful hands, and his clear and exquisite features were like a face, and his abstinence could seduce people.

She brazenly said that she wanted to chase him, tease him, trick him, and get close to him, but this man was extremely cold and unmoved. The eldest lady was tired of chasing people and wanted to calm down, but this man held her hand and coaxed her over and over again—you can do whatever you want with him.

She was shamefully moved.

(The tone of the article, women chasing men.)

small theater:

A ghost in the rock world and Luo Ci, a gymnast, are suspected to be in love…

The well-known dubbing artist G Shen and Luo Ci have a scandal…

The world boxing champion and Luo Ci are suspected to be dating…

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Regarding the fact that everyone in the world has CP with my wife except myself, even the calmest person has a naive side, Shishu opened a topic that day—a super talk about CP between myself and Luo Ci.

I didn’t expect to be directly raped by the Internet…

- Description from novelbuddy

Wang Yang never stopped pursuing his dream of becoming a director and making movies that could amaze the world. However, the fate seemed to play a malicious joke on him. He got wrongly accused and expelled from USC. Fortunately, when God closed a door to Wang Yang, he opened a window for him. After a baby stroller hit him on the street, he began to be able to watch the movies from the future in his head!Since then, the year of 1988 was destined to be an extraordinary year. Besides the miracle written by “Titanic”, one of the most legendary directors in the 21st century was rising quietly…

When the last alien on the world was bound to a stupid but cute world-saving system thinking he was a human:

A resource depleted world:

Alien: “I can help them deplete 5% of the world’s population in the short term, this way, this planet can continue to survive.

System 2d14 was frightened to tears: “No, don’t! Lord host!”

One day:

System 099 was shocked: [Lord host, the record you set for completing one’s first world has been br-broken by a rookie!]

Big boss Huo Li raised an eyebrow in intrigue: [Oh? Who was it?]

A certain alien happily thought that he was invincible among all carbon based life-forms! Until…… he met a powerful psychic ability user!

A horrified alien: “Hey! Why can’t I control myself?”

Powerful psychic controller gong x ultimate evolution of carbon-based organisms shou

Loyal dog with a strong sense of responsibility gong x always pretending to be human black belly shou

In the beginning there is a love-hate relationship and mutual dissing, later there is a pair of husbands cooperating to fight monsters~

- Description from Novelupdates

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.