Mr. Mu Proposed Again Today - Chapter 92 - A True Word_1

Transmigrating into the world of Douluo Dalu, I unexpectedly awakened the same Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, as Yu Xiaogang, and was discovered and taken as a disciple by Liu Erlong.Originally, I thought I would have to live cautiously under Liu Erlong's protection for the rest of my life. But who knew that a system would suddenly appear, binding me to female protagonists and allowing me to grow stronger by earning “conquest points,” evolving my Martial Soul!Now that the system has arrived, Xiao Yu feels there's no need to live cautiously under Liu Erlong's protection anymore. Instead, he can openly rely on conquering a group of female protagonists to dominate Douluo Dalu!Wherever there are female protagonists, there will surely be Xiao Yu's presence!And wherever Xiao Yu's presence is, his Martial Soul, fully evolved into the Radiant Holy Dragon, will surely shine upon the world!Liu Erlong: “Xiaogang, let's keep some distance from now on. I'm afraid Xiao Yu might misunderstand!”Xiao Wu: “Brother, I've fallen for Xiao Yu. Please forget about me!”Ning Rongrong: “Xiao Yu, from now on, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda will be your exclusive money bag!”Zhu Zhuqing: “Xiao Yu, as long as you have the ability, I don't mind you taking all three of us sisters!”Qian Renxue: “For you, giving up the Angel God's position is nothing!”Hu Liena: “Xiao Yu, once I become the Pope, I'll immediately step down for you. I'll focus on being your wife!”

Five years ago, she replaced her twin sister to marry him who was burned beyond recognition and even became a eunuch. Five years later, when they met again, he pressed her against the wall in the corner A low voice sounded with doubt. "Is your daughter mine? " The corners of her mouth curled into a sneer. "Are you sure you have the ability to do that? " His originally cold face instantly turned into the darkness before the storm His voice was fierce and low as he growled, "woman, you are challenging me! "

Hiro transmigrates and finds himself in the body of an orphan that’s about to be evicted from his orphanage. It wasn’t anything personal, but the orphanage’s policy doesn’t accommodate children who have reached the age of 16.From the gates of that humble establishment, Hiro slowly explores the facets of this world that was both familiar and unfamiliar due to its uncanny resemblance to his previous world—Earth.With his Daily Life RPG System urging him to excel in every aspect of his daily life, Hiro marks his presence in both the mundane and mystical circles of this new world.

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.