MTL - Hold His Hand - Chapter 235 Blind ancestors (18)

Swing the sword 100 times, [Sword Intent lv1]

Swing the sword 1000 times, [Sword Intent lv3]

Swing the sword 10,000 times, [Sword Intent LV10]

Swing the sword 1,000,000 times, [Sword Intent lv99]

Su Yang traveled through time, into the body of ordinary people.

Fortunately, swinging a sword can improve sword intent.

After continuous improvement, Su Yang found that there was something wrong with this sword intent.

[Wild Supreme Sword Body]

[Handcrafted Sword Spirit Root]

[Solve communication difficulties, rub the sword net with your hands, and start ancient surfing]

The strength increased too fast and was targeted by the lv30 boss?

Su Yang looked at the lv99+ above his head, the old monster should lie down in the coffin.

Enemies from the sky, immortals destroy the world?

Then I, an ordinary person like me, will make a move.

One sword transforms all kinds of methods, and I will rub whatever is lacking.

[ps: Invincible flow, cool text, cool all the way, no aggrieved, no suppression, no brainless pretending to slap your face]

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“Even if this universe is truly nothing more than a brutal bloody shadowy forest, we Cultivators will burn all that we have just to give off a single weak flickering spark in the darkness!

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“Block him.”“He's technically still my boss.”“Then block him with dignity.”The call ended again.And then started again.I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt.“Yes, Mr. Walton?”“Have you changed your mind yet?”I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough.“Do you ever take a break?” I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand.“You're avoiding the question.”“Because it's a dumb question.”He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. “It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer.”“It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to.”There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker.“You are acting unreasonably.”“ Unreasonable?” I sat up. “I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday.”“Isabella-”“Certainly not, Mr. Walton.” I mimicked his tone perfectly. “I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with.”SYNOPSISIsabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story.But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger.Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not.Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position.Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival.So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend.No feelings attached. No drama. Just business.Or so she thought.“Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes,” he said, passing by without a glance.The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud.I opened it. The contract. All of it.---Enemies to lovers? Check.Slow burn? Hmmnyea.Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes.Delicious workplace tension? Of course.Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely.Smut?? Wanna find out?Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.