Hiding the Alpha's Twins: His Wolfless Luna - Chapter 153

I am the sword.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one dares take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one can take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, ten steps? Not possible!
I am the sword, the sword is me,
On the path towards heaven, each shall wield their own.

[1v1 pure love + transmigration + ancient martial arts + highly pampered by disguise group + mysticism + entirely fictional universe]Gu Zhiqi transmigrated into the role of the vicious female antagonist.The heroine was a true heiress with numerous disguises, while she, usurping the nest of others, constantly framed the heroine, and in the end, tragically received her 'boxed lunch' as the fake heiress.Gu Zhiqi: Even transmigration can't stop me from retiring!However, transmigration couldn't, but poverty could.Master Zhi was forced into business!...#Breaking! Gu Family's fake heiress, Gu Zhiqi, kicked out and now swindling money as a fortuneteller under a bridge#The protagonists' group style started to go awry.Eldest Brother Gu: Need money? Take this neighborhood.Second Brother Gu: Second bro gives you an entertainment company.Third Sister Gu: Just made a billion, keep it safe.Fourth Brother Gu: Young master's championship prize money, take it.Money-loving heroine: Need money? Pick any color card you like.Biological brother: Come back to inherit the family fortune.Gu Zhiqi: “...” Huh? What happened to the vicious female antagonist script?...#Breaking! Everyone in the Gu Family is a top player in their fields, except the fake heiress who's nothing but a pretty face#And then, the big shots started calling one after another.First Big Shot: Our alliance's ancestral site doesn't have better feng shui than under a bridge? Master Gu, reconsider?Second Big Shot: Need money? Think about that last order.Third Big Shot: Have time for fortune-telling, but no time to write papers?Fourth Big Shot: Miss Gu, I have a surgery here, what do you think......Gu Zhiqi: Read, retiring, do not disturb.A certain movie star: You just used my account.Gu Zhiqi, who had swindled enough money to retire, “...” ?!

Deng Shirong was reborn and returned to the summer of 1980.

In the previous life, because I believed the matchmaker’s words easily, several of my children’s marriages were unhappy. My two sons-in-law were unable to support me, and my several daughters-in-law made the family a mess.

In this life, he will personally take action to find partners for his children.

A few years later, when I got together with some old friends, when they talked about whether their daughters-in-law were filial or not, Deng Shirong didn’t say anything. He just posted a WeChat Moments message in front of several old friends, saying Suddenly I want to eat Guilin’s beer fish.

The next moment, several daughters-in-law living in different cities called him in turn:

Eldest daughter-in-law: “Dad, I will drive back to pick you up on Saturday to travel to Guilin. I haven’t eaten authentic beer fish in a long time!”

Second daughter-in-law: “Dad, I happen to have nothing to do right now. I will drive back to pick you up. Let’s go to Guilin for a few days together.”

Third daughter-in-law: “Dad, my company still has some things to deal with. I’ll ask the driver to pick you up first…”

Fourth daughter-in-law: “…”

Young daughter-in-law: “…”

Several old friends were stunned and their eyes were red with envy!

[This book mainly describes the customs and customs of the rural areas of Bobai County, Guangxi in the 1980s. It focuses on matchmaking + food + daily life. It has a strong local flavor, real prices, and a reasonable plot. It requires careful appreciation, and those who are impetuous should beware]

ps: There is an old book “I don’t accept anyone as a matchmaker” with a high order of 35,000+. If you are interested, you can check it out!

- Description from novelbuddy

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.”