To My Dear Mr. Huo - Chapter 38 - Distribute Their Wedding Candies

In his first life, he was Wu Taro, in the second, Uchiha Taro, and now, Mu Taro, also known as Master Roshi. Having 300 Years of time to use before the beginning of the main story, Mu Taro star his Journey to become the strongest.___________________________________PS1: The author of the book only adapts Dragon ball, Dragon ball z and Battle of Gods.PS2: The author does not watch Dragon Ball SuperPS3: There is no GT.PS4: The real name of Master Roshi was never revealed, so the Author made a original one.

After being bound to a self-help system, Xia Changhan lived in deep water every day.

System: You have to counterattack and fight beautifully!

Xia Changhan: No, I can’t do it.

System: You can hook up with the scum’s backer, such as his mother/his sister/his fiancee/his boss/his second uncle‘s sister!

Xia Changhan: No, I can’t do it.

System: Perform well or your wage will be deducted.

Xia Changhan: I will work hard!

Xia Changhan was repeatedly commended by the leader of the Space-Time Bureau.

When imparting experience to new colleagues at the year-end meeting, she burst into tears: “I only have three words for everyone- do it yourself!”

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A cell that was born at the beginning of the life of a planet will see the rise and decline of countless civilizations, the speciation and extinction of organisms. Under the endless calamities of the world, nothing remains unchanging. Only by continuously changing oneself and evolving in the face of adversity could one achieve perfect victory.

The story starts from a little cell…

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Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.