MTL - Godly Stay-Home Dad - Chapter 155 Conquered host (second more)

[Can the devil’s music bring happiness to the world?]From Jimmy Hendrix to Rachmaninoff, all the historical musicians who he meets in his dreams.The devil that presents itself as a little boy in love with singing.The devil’s blessing, given to such a tiny child.In the blessings of many devils,The boy’s song for the world begins.

Scheming female assassin transmigrated to become the weak Eldest Miss, her story is wonderful and stunning, attracting peach flowers to blossom open. Cold calculating emperor? Genius bad crown prince? Insidious happy-go-lucky prince? Gentle physician? Ice-cold mystery male? Who is her true love? Haha, but she only eats, definitely will not take responsibility! Beautiful men be careful!

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A single distrustful phone call to the authorities led Ling Ke, who had crossed over to the eve of the Third Honkai Eruption, to endure years of torment as a lab rat.By now, the Crimson Herrscher had already “transcended,” Kiana was with Anti-Entropy, Mei was with World Serpent, and Bronya had long since reunited with Seele...As for Ling Ke, he had become the Herrscher of Dominance, commanding a thousand puppets.“From this moment on, I will exact my revenge upon this world!”The once ordinary Chinese man who had crossed over into this world, now completely consumed by darkness, revealed a terrifying, twisted grin.A forewarning—this is not a happy story.

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.