Deities Are All Just My Food - Chapter 13 Worship Buddha in the Great Hall_1

At her mother's funeral, Ivy Summers sees it all clearly as her husband celebrates his first love's birthday with great fanfare. Since he doesn't love her, she won't have him either.She leaves behind a divorce agreement, aborts the child, and leaves alone.Five years later, at an auction, the chief auctioneer in a cheongsam with a white veil covering her face amazes the crowd.Damien Lancaster squints his eyes, “Is she called Zinnia?”Assistant, “Yes, it's said that someone once offered tens of millions to see her true face, but was refused.”Damien finally finds the woman he has been searching for, for five years.At night, he blocks her at a crossroads, “The Great Auctioneer Summers, still running?”“President Lancaster, we are divorced.”“I didn't agree to it. Where is my child?”“President Lancaster, it seems you forgot, the child was aborted five years ago.”“Then tell me, what is this?”In front, three five-year-old kids stand in a row.

In the previous life, limited by talent and an unsteady Dao Heart, Li An stopped at Core Formation.Reborn into a new life, Li An resolves to cultivate the Life-Nourishing Immortal Skill he obtained in his previous life, all while keeping a low profile on his path toward immortality.

In simple terms, this is a story of unstoppable vests in the world of superheroes.

Phantom Thief Kidd: If the Phantom Thief is a creative artist who steals treasures with flamboyant methods, then the New York police is just following the Phantom Thief and is just a critic at best.

Ip Man: Wing Chun, Ip Man.

Kizaru: Speed ​​is power. Have you ever been kicked by the speed of light?

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It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?