Kiss Me Not - Chapter 315 A Gamble

“The Earth was chosen by the gods, and all humans were sent to another world, participating in a 'Dark Lord and Hero's game'.Billions of humans played the roles of 'Dark Lord' and 'Hero', each needing to choose their initial race at the beginning.Ethan Jackson was matched to the 'Dark Lord' faction and became a Dungeon King.To his surprise, he found that he could see hidden information that others couldn't...[Goblin Dark Lord] Low-level Bloodline, not recommended.[Stone Giant Dark Lord] Mid-level Bloodline, not recommended.[Magical Treant Dark Lord] High-level Bloodline, recommended.[Golden Divine Dragon Dark Lord] Top-level Bloodline, highly recommended!...Heroes coveted Ethan's dungeon, and the treasures within it attracted numerous adventurers.Among them, there were young Lady Knights, the saints of the royal capital, tsundere female magicians, and innocent but naive female priests...Ethan could never have anticipated that.As the game had just begun, the dungeon's Goblin guards caught a Lady Knight and offered her to him as a tribute.”

Su Bai has crossed over!

A Chinese teenager living in Argentina!

With the addition of the live football system, he will be given full-level shooting power and full-level body balance at the beginning!

A Boca Juniors Super Su Bai appeared.

On the flank, he rampaged like a tank, and all kinds of unreasonable bursts made Argentina tremble!

Tottenham, who just sold Bale at a sky-high price, wants to replace Bale in the Premier League with Su Bai.

Dortmund’s Klopp saw that Su Bai also wanted to let Su Bai join his youth storm!

Just in European football in 2013!

A super Su Bai appeared.

All kinds of crazy sideways overtaking and burst shots made them exclaim that a monster appeared in football!

Real Madrid spent 100 million to buy Bale, but they were beaten and cried by a teenager from Argentina!

On the night when Barcelona was bloodbathed by Su Bai, Messi was not sad. He watched Su Bai excitedly begging Su Bai to join the Argentine national team!

In 2014, he wanted Su Bai to take him to the Hercules Cup!

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As soon as she was wearing it, Qin Tianru picked up a beautiful man, touched him, and her powers were upgraded?

Facing the famines of the 1950s and the shortage of supplies, Qin Tianru, who had plant-based abilities, expressed no pressure.

As a result, flowers bloomed in one minute, branches and leaves were scattered in three minutes, grains were ripened in five minutes, and all kinds of precious medicinal materials were readily available.

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Villagers: The farmland is dry, the locusts are infested, the snowstorm is coming… God, these days will not last! !

The Qi family in the village: all of them are shiny and strong, and their three meals a day are delicious on earth.

Qi’s family spreads their hands: they can’t finish the grain and meat dishes in the cellar~

Villagers: Why is your family so outstanding?

Everyone in the Qi family: Because a little fairy came to my house!

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The man who woke up injured: “Who are you? Where did you come from?”

Qin Tianru has a cute face: “I’m here to be your daughter-in-law.”

The man’s eyes were sharp: “You are not from this era!”

Qin Tianru was stunned: My vest fell off so quickly?

The man raised the corner of his mouth, recalling the lonely life in his last life, maybe he can change his way of life in this life.

For example, marry a delicate little wife.

[The reborn boss who is ruthless and indifferent but very fond of his wife vs the delicate and very Buddhist fairy of crossing the road]

1. 1v1, marriage is determined by fate, only favored.

2. Overhead, all settings are based on this book, do not substitute for reality.

3. Warm farming, make a fortune, slow pace, and not many excellent products.

PS: Mother-daughter series “Blessed Wife Full of System Shuttle”

Sister series “The Koi Wife of the Big Brother of the Age”

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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.