MTL - As the Minor Gay Rival in Het Novels - Chapter 40

Leon, who suddenly died from the wear and tear of his corporate drone life, got a second chance in America. This time he wanted to live a different life and incidentally find out just how far human limits could go.----------Featuring: Riding, Running, Arm-wrestling competitions, Titan Games, Slapping Contests, Strongman Competitions, UFC Mixed Martial Arts

In the world of demons and demons, a hundred ghosts travel at night.Qin Feng, who accidentally crossed over, came to this troubled world with no lofty ambitions.He only wanted to protect himself and enjoy the rest of his life safely.But the sky does not fulfill people’s wishes, excellent men are so outstanding everywhere.The ancestor made a marriage contract, and the talented young lady of the Liu family became a wife.

Mingjiao felt that she might be the most unlucky person who transmigrated through a book. She just stayed up all night and read a bloody novel about a wrong child. Daughter.
The fake daughter is a vicious female supporting role, stupid and unruly, the real daughter bullied her sister before she came back, and after the real daughter came back, she fought for favor and persecuted yin and yang.
She crossed over just in time for her family to be disappointed in her and kicked her out of the house.
Before she had time to be quiet, she encountered an assassination plot suspected of burglary.
The person who rescued her was the real daughter in a vest.
Mingjiao silently lit a cigarette, “Life is so exciting.”
I have done everything that needs to be done, it is impossible to clean up the whitewashing, and it is impossible in this life, and I can only rely on tracking down the real murderer with the real daughter to make a living.
Just chasing and chasing, life is going wrong.
The adoptive mother, who was deeply disappointed in her, said, “It’s because I didn’t protect you well that I made you suffer so much.”
The elder sister who hated her so much, “Can you trust me again?”
The younger sister who was originally indifferent to her said, “Why don’t you tell us if you have any difficulties?”
But Tang Xiaoyu, the real daughter who should hate her the most, took her hand lightly, “You said that the grace of saving life should be promised with your body.”
Mingjiao: Meow, meow, my friends, something is wrong with you.
Mingjiao, “Ahem… There are many types of physical relationships, whether to marry or marry, this matter can be discussed.”
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Tang Xiaoyu originally hated Mingjiao. She was shallow, arrogant, stupid, arrogant, vicious, and possessed countless flaws that did not match her beauty.
Until one day she rescued her in a night full of flower fragrance and blood.
A Ming Jiao wrapped in mist and countless secrets unfolded in front of her.
She still loathed her, probably hated her, yet was attracted to her, and could not stop loving her in the end.
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Mingjiao’s life in the eyes of others: an elegy of fate full of a sense of fate and burdened with too many hardships
Mingjiao’s own life in the eyes: Sand sculptures amuse the ordinary daily life of Ziren
This article can also be named “Everyone around me is a brain monster”, “I’m really just an ordinary person”
focus:
The real and fake daughters are not sisters, and they are not in the same account book.
There is a teaser system.
The core stalk has not changed, but the background has been changed, so the copywriting has also been changed.
Originally, I wanted to write a story about the blood of a wealthy family honestly, but I couldn’t write it without some fighting elements, so this article also directly mutated.
Unconventional wealthy family type novel, involving supernatural powers, martial arts, (I don’t know if there is) magic and other elements…but the background is in an overhead city.

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- 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.”