MTL - An Unyielding Wind - v14 Chapter 8 The second quarter is a piece of spirit (repaired)

As the number one pill alchemist of the immortal world, Mu Chen had always believed that it was because he had single-mindedly focused on concocting pills that led to him to neglect disciplining his disciple. Which in turn, caused his disciple to be led astray by the seduction of devil cultivation, leading to the three realms to fall to disaster. After his rebirth, Mu Chen resolved to properly teach his disciple, give him the very best resources, earnestly love him, carry him close to his heart, teach him by way of example, and didn’t let him grow corrupt.

Sure enough, his disciple became more and more “intimate”. Every day his disciple even crawled into his bed, rubbing against his chest and clinging to his thigh. It was just that his expression isn’t exactly quite right……

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Ethan possessed everything one could desire, wealth, happiness, luxury cars, and a loving girlfriend.He had never fought a day in his life, but then suddenly, he woke up in a different world.A world were destruction and bloodshed was the norm. A world where the weak had no place to survive.Ethan now possessing the body of a boy who had failed his awakening twice and was on his last try, now stood in this world.Can Ethan who never fought a day in his life survive in a world where battles and death occurs every second, minute, hour and day.Would he rise through the ashes of the world, or would he burn with it.

After reading an ancient fairy tale, Ning Yueyue found out that the world was controlled by the villain, the great devil. The ending of him and the heroine.
As the villain’s subordinate, in order to save her life, Ning Yueyue decided to lead the villain and the heroine, and demolished the CP of the original hero and heroine!
So, she took the initiative to find a man with a handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament, who was the male protagonist at first glance.
“You are born so good-looking, you are a perfect match for me, why don’t we get married?”
“I didn’t lie to you, I really fell in love with you at first sight. It’s hard to extricate yourself if you don’t marry or die!”
“When I saw you wearing this shirt, I had already thought about the name of your and my child’s name…”
…
The villain in a vest: “Really?”
After a long time, Ning Yueyue found out that she had made a big oolong, mistakenly identifying the big devil as the male lead of the original book, and failed to facilitate his marriage with the female lead, so she wrapped the package at the speed of light and ran away.
Who knew that the cold and murderous Great Demon King pushed her against the tree full of peach blossoms, his cool lips brushed over her earlobe, and said faintly, “What? You know I’m not him, so you can’t even laugh?”
Ning Yueyue: My life is in danger!
#On how to survive after being a disservice to the boss#
Wait online! in a hurry!
1. This is a sand sculpture novel that wants to tease the boss’s rival in love but ends up picking on his own boss / wants to demolish the male and female protagonists’ CP but locks the CP [no
2. Do not black the male and female protagonists of the original book.
Note: It is not a small three plot! Do not dismantle the official and match the cp, each is affectionate!
The current male protagonist has always liked the current female protagonist, and the reason will be revealed later in the story.
Demining: a. The heroine is a hidden boss, weak in the previous text, strong in the later stage~
b. The previous text has changed the settings, and the text will be revised from time to time later.
c. The world of immortality is privately set like a mountain

Content tags: Special liking Xianxia Cultivation Sweet Wen Shuang Wen
Search keywords: Protagonist: Ning Yueyue, Rong Xiao ┃ Supporting roles: Lu Xueling, Wei Wuzhou ┃ Others:

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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.