Void Cultivation - Chapter 176- The Foundation Establishment Realm (4)

[Healing is a warm love text, this article is strong and strong for men and women to love each other, double clean and double learning tyrants]

My mother is a movie queen and my father is a famous director. As a wealthy family, N Daining Youguang played a cameo role in my father’s movie at the age of seven, and the whole entertainment industry is waiting for her to grow up.

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Prosperity Beauty has the resources, and anonymous bloggers have millions of fans and don’t want to be a star.

Be honest and be a doctor, isn’t it fragrant to save all sentient beings in Purdue so as not to die young again?

She wants to go to bed early, get up early, raise flowers and cats to live to be 100 years old, and live all the life she never had in her previous life!

Youguang never imagined that she would meet a patient in her previous life who died prematurely and was not cured in time—the capital boss Shi Mochizuki.

Introduction two:

After the mother Xia Ying took her half-brother on a reality show, the younger brother was distracted.

Host: “Is my brother speechless when he sees the beautiful sister?”

The younger brother looked at the female star next to her who was called “prosperous beauty” and said with disapproval: “It’s okay, it’s only one ten thousandth as beautiful as my sister.”

The whole room was shocked, and instantly detonated the entertainment circle and exploded the hot search on Weibo.

Mom agrees: “My sister is absolutely amazing.”

Then one day, a photo of my sister was accidentally exposed.

Black fans:

“Brother, I will never laugh at you again.”

“Is this the beauty that humans should have?”

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I accidentally changed the whole world, the resurrection of the dead, genetic variation, recovery of the qi, mountain and seas reborn, land and seas expanded and evil spirits have started to appear.

Ghosts are now commonplace. Some people now have three heads and six arms. Some people have obtained martial arts techniques and ordinary people are now just cannon fodder.

Fortunately, I have acquired an ability which can make various items mutate.

books into martial arts or cultivation manuals,

fruits into precious treasures of heaven and earth or poison that you can only imagine and…

weapons, that can split the earth or gain sentience!

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My Shenhao system can only be upgraded after completing tasks.

With the Shenhao system in hand, you can go all the way to a radical life!

This is the rhapsody of a thirty-year-old man!

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“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.