Sold? - Chapter 132: A simple yet effective plan

“Miss, since you came back, every three days there will be someone who start a rumor to slander you……”

Liang Xiaonan was reborn. In Dakeng Village in the era when there was no food or drink, he was tricked by his sister Tuyouping and his stepmother. With his stigma, he was so hungry that he fainted. He was beaten to death by his scumbag father…

Don’t be afraid, she has Shennong space! But the things in Shennong Space are not for nothing, you have to upgrade them with laughter to open the door, Liang Xiaonan is going to change his career to be a comedian?

A joke opened up the space, the inexhaustible high-yield seeds from the gate of agriculture, the inexhaustible precious medicinal materials from the gate of medicine, and the mysterious spring of Shennong Hall, which made her stockpile with food, fish in the pond, and earn money in minutes. Be full.

Need to work tirelessly to find fault? Don’t be afraid, which one is better at abuse of scum, find Xiaoliang in Dakeng, Yuxian County!

One day, a matchmaker came to the door. Liang Xiaonan didn’t think men were lazy yet, but he jumped up and said: She is the king of hell, I would rather be single than find a partner with her.

When he saw Liang Xiaonan, the man knocked on the door of the matchmaker overnight: Hurry up and tell me the matchmaker, don’t let others take the lead!

Hunter woke beneath two moons with a System that wanted a hero and built a bandit instead.At first, it rewarded raids, recruits, and “efficient acquisitions.” His small crew became legends: raiders, thieves, and accidental conquerors who couldn’t stop winning.Every fight made him stronger. Every victory pulled him further from the hero he never wanted to be.Now, feared by sects and hunted by saints, the Bandit King laughs beneath the same two moons that started it all because when the System wants a hero, sometimes it gets a villain instead.Content Warning: slavery, graphic violence, and a protagonist whose system messages will hurt your sides.Join the official Discord: https://discord.gg/GRcKN8YV

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.”