Zhanxian (Immortal Executioner) - Chapter 472.1: Delayed Wedding Festivities

Chen Yuan from Ping'an County Government had traveled through time, his mind harboring a Qi Fortune Altar.As long as he sacrificed Qi Fortune, he could obtain guidance from heaven, Divine Skills, Cultivation Techniques, evil arts, Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures...This world was populated by immortals, Buddhists, demons, as well as lofty temples and the distant Jianghu.There were three thousand Sword Immortals controlling swords across the sky, Buddhist Arhats who could lift the heavens with a single finger, and there was the Jianghu...It was the worst of times, it was the best of times.My name is Chen Yuan, from the Abyss!——————An author of decisive and swift action.

He doesn’t want to be wanted for bounty, or be a pirate, but if there’s no other choice, he can only become a pirate…..

Let the world turn upside down!

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It has been adapted into comic：CEO’s Sudden Proposal / Flash Marriage Deep Love

She didn't understand why he took her to get married at first sight. She was just friendly to his daughter at the hospital, but she did not expect that his daughter haunted her to be her mother. It's only the first day of their meeting!

She thought he married her only because of his daughter, but in fact, he was deeply attracted by her kindness and simplicity, and he loved her deeply.

For the rest of her life, Will she love him like he love her?

“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.