The Most Loving Marriage In History: Master Mu’s Pampered Wife - Chapter 2136 - The Love of Chuan Rong (17)

Legend has it that there is a place called “No. 8 Pawnshop” in the fourth dimension of space, where you can pawn gold and silver jewelry, land deeds, property deeds, even your limbs, internal organs, or luck, intelligence, reason, happiness, happiness, Love, even expensive souls, to fulfill all your desires.

Pawnshop No. 8, there is only code entry, no redemption.

That’s the road of no return.

Those who go there, when they come back, will become without hands, feet, liver, stomach, and heart, and even lose the mutation of their souls.
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One day, they will become less human because of the pawn.

In the pawnshop No. 8, smiles are fake, sincerity is fake, pity is fake, everything is only a means of deception and seduction.

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Because of the problems of adding V to the list, the first story needs to be greatly changed. Therefore, the author apologizes for the trouble caused to readers, and has already started a separate chapter.

Content tags: Travel through time and space, infinite flow, martial arts, Hong Kong and Taiwan dramas

Search keywords: Protagonist: Ye Li ┃ Supporting roles: Ye Zhilan, Hei Ying, Lao Bai, Ye Chenyang, Shen Yue ┃ Others:

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Science and magic exist side by side in this world.

This is the peak of the science side with a curriculum for espers, Academy City. In this city where 80% of the population are students, the season has finally come when all residents are excited and fidgety!

It’s Christmas Eve.

Amidst the city showing a cheerful hustle and bustle, ordinary boy who can’t keep up with school, Kamijou Touma, also doesn’t intend to miss this event! He was hard at work in his supplementary lessons…

A backward glance from the default misfortune-prone bastard, the silver-haired sister freeloading in his dormitory, Index, in the heart pounding scene different from the usual, activates a new gluton skill!? While Kamijou tries to desperately stop that, Misaka Mikoto taken in by the Christmas Eve atmosphere appears before him.

It was just like any other day, or so I thought at least. The birds were chirping up on trees, clouds were rolling by the bright blue sky and Elves were dumpster diving in the alleyway.

Okay, one of those three didn’t sound right...

I had a boring life once. Recently though, it has become less boring... to put it one way.

Finding a random Elf in the dumpster? Heh, must be a Monday.

A normal person would have walked by. A normal person would have ignored it.

I must be a pretty weird guy, then.

Now I have this Elf swearing her allegiance to me. What’s next, vampires?

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.”