The Legend of Chu Qiao: Division 11's Princess Agent - Chapter 159

Catching arrows, running up walls, crushing boulders and bending metal, these are but petty parlour tricks in the eyes of martial artists. But where can a genuine martial artist stand in an era where martial artists are nothing more than a myth?

The protagonist, Punk, is a cautious, cold-blooded, and ruthless Mage.

His goal is always his top priority, over feelings or morality. When unnecessary, he doesn’t like to act like pigs to eat tigers; there are almost no life and death struggles, sometimes risky but steady progress. No strong enemy everywhere, Instead, Punk is always a strong enemy of others.

And he has a very keen interest in the secrets and teachings of the Netheril civilization.

#The thirty-ninth time embarked on the journey of attacking the Lord God#

——”The Lord God is like a flower on a high mountain, and it can only be seen from a distance.”

The soft, waxy and clean women’s clothing boss gently tugged at the corner of her clothes, “Sister, I can’t sleep without you.”

——”The Lord God will always be high in my heart.”

The sickly and beautiful prince said softly and lazily, “If you don’t marry me, choose the one you like with these handcuffs and shackles.”

——”In short, the heart of the Lord God is pure and flawless!”

The fox demon boy slightly curled the corners of his lips, his nine tails curled slightly, and hooked up softly: “I will treat you very well, think about it?”

“…………”

It’s all small scenes, don’t panic! ⊙﹏⊙∥

- Description from novelbuddy

In a land where ancient families are as common as the stars, the weight of millennia-old legacies brings not only honor but also the chains of rigid traditions. Here, bloodlines are the cornerstone of power, the unyielding foundation for climbing the ladder of authority.But what hope does the descendant of a mere hunter have in such a world? How can they claim a seat at the table in this grand feast of ambition and betrayal? Is it through the fragmented remnants of a cheat ability from the game For Honor, now warped and unrecognizable? A fleeting glimpse into an uncertain future? Or perhaps a stroke of intangible, invisible luck?The stage is set, the pieces are moving—will this unlikely contender rise, or will they become just another casualty of the Game of Thrones?