I won't fall for the queen who burned my world - Chapter 167: She’s not in danger

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

From then on, he starts writing movie scripts and television songs, becomes skilled in directing every kind of film, wins over all kinds of female celebrities, and takes the road to become a Hollywood legend.

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As soon as Li Ye opened his eyes, he saw two three-meter-tall giants fighting each other.

“What sin did I do, I’m going to die just after transmigrating!!”

“Ding, feel that the host is in danger, activate the system, and reward the novice with a big gift package – 12 spell powers”

Since then, Marvel has added a superman who can fly, whose eyes can emit lasers, and who can…

“Hulk, from now on, I will be the strongest on Earth!”

“Thor, I lifted your hammer!”

“Ultra, it’s time to go back to the furnace and rebuild!”

“Hella, just because I beat you, doesn’t mean I want to marry you!”

“Purple Sweet Potato Essence, don’t run away! Don’t you snap your fingers?”

“Gwen, Wanda…we are all family”

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In the third year of the reign of Yu State, it rained in the city of Weizhou.

Li Ang woke up in a daze, dreaming that there was a sword hidden in his head.

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The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”