Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon! - Chapter 1 - Chu Liang_1

This is the right version of the story on my account the other one had some problems on webnovel.A story about traveling through a system! Incest, multiple blood relatives, harem, pony cart, and light training. The protagonist's soul traveled through time and space to a newborn baby, and he was sent to Xia City when he was just born. At first, he didn't know that he was Liu Ruyan's son! The most important thing is that he was bound to a very bad system called the money exchange system, so after he could speak, he showed a melancholy temperament! Others thought he was sad about something, but every time someone asked him, he shook his head lightly and said no! But only he knew the pain in his heart! He guarded a system, but the system asked for money. It gave money for intelligence, but I still gave money for strength! Unfortunately, Liu Xuan, who was thrown into the welfare home, lacked money! Otherwise, he wouldn't have been hungry every day and bullied. Until Liu Ruyan came and handed over a 10 billion black card, the world finally changed. The beautiful mother's soft breasts that made people linger, and the long black legs that were longer than his life, yes, that housekeeper, the loose maid clothes, weren't they just waiting for him to fuck them? At this moment, Liu Xuan, who had been single from the previous life to this life, immediately notified the dog system after receiving the black card handed over by the beautiful mother, and directly blessed his bird gun that was growing well into a thick cannon...

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”

Dual Cultivation is an art. The more you focus on doing the art, the worse it becomes. Only when doing it becomes part of the art itself, does one truly experience it to its fullest.

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