MTL - Becoming Stronger Through Touching Treasures, not Women! - Chapter 243 Kill all!

“I’ve really had enough of this damn place…”Li Muyang has transmigrated and become a demon sect’s outer sect disciple.The good news is that he has a system.The bad news is that this system can only play games.“Well, playing games is still better than nothing.”In the game, he is powerful and mysterious, causing the otherworldly fairies to be deeply mesmerized.Since it’s just a game, why not aim to collect all the characters?Until one day, the fairies from the game come looking for him.Li Muyang is shocked. How did a character from the game become reality?“Uh, Fairy… let me explain!”I was really just playing a game!

“Darling, I want…”“Here’s the credit card. Buy everything you want.”“Darling, I want to give you a child!”“That’s unnecessary.”“…”Ye Shengge’s inborn birthmark could only be deciphered by Ji Shiting.However, that man was very aloof and reserved, and he wasn’t tempted at all. And one day when she finally gave up and tried to leave, that man literally carried her back.She yelled, ” What do you want?”The man said with his deep voice, “What you’ve been wanting the whole time.Ye Shengge always thought that Ji Shiting was forced to marry her, yet years after, she realized that it was all part of his plan, and there was no way she could run away from him.

A woman from ancient times falls in love with her soulmate.

An Yin, a delicate beauty caught in a risky charade, pretends to date playboy Bo Cheng to escape her troubles—until she meets his brother, ​Bo Shaojin: the ruthless, untouchable CEO whose icy dominance rules both boardrooms and high society.Their first encounter crackles with sizzling tension. Shaojin’s piercing gaze lingers on An Yin, his brother’s “girlfriend,” as she trembles under his scrutiny. But when their paths collide again—her, half-dressed and panic-stricken in his bathroom; him, a storm of restraint and hunger—the line between duty and desire shatters.As An Yin’s fake relationship unravels, Shaojin’s ironclad control dissolves. Drunk on obsession, he corners her in a midnight confession, his hardened facade crumbling as he vows, “I won’t touch you…” But his hands whisper promises his words deny.