MTL - How to Fall in Love with the Villain - Chapter 14 . Tiger Tribe (14)

“Obtaining the topmost degree of talent in sword arts in the world requires giving up 72 years of lifespan, which leaves you with only five more years of your life. At the same time, you will never be able to feel love, kinship, and friendship, and you’ll end up leading a lonely life until your death, unable to procreate, or to have any descendants.

“From now onwards, everything related to happiness in the human world shall no longer be of your concern. Are you willing to accept this?”

“Hahahaha, I’m already alone bereft of all support, my hopes dashed to pieces, shouldering only absolutely irreconcilable grudge and hatred, why would I disagree? Why would I not want it? I couldn’t ask for anything better!!”

His sword sweeps across the Divine Continent for seven days and nights, moving 90,000 miles through the starry skies, unhindered.

He slays saints and buddhas in Heaven, slaughters demons and devils in Hell, sweeping away all the grievances in his heart.

[Entertainment circle + cool text + vest + real and fake daughter + double strong sweet pet]

Suddenly, she encountered an accident, and once she passed through the book, she became an 18th-line cannon fodder female supporting role that is popular on the Internet, and she is still a fake daughter who is not as good as the heroine in the book.

Black fan: Our Feifei’s acting skills crushed Shiran!

The next day, Shiran’s first drama aired, and the seven-second shot became popular on the Internet, overshadowing the lead actress Shi Wenfei.

After that, the momentum was like a broken bamboo, and he won the best actress trophy in one fell swoop.

Black fan: Our Feifei sings well and can write lyrics, so what?

Top Streamer: To win the Best Golden Melody Award this time, I am most grateful to my gold medalist composer @时然.

Black fans:! ! !

One day when Shiran was broadcasting live, black fans frantically poured in, and the barrage of abuse filled the barrage.

Black fan: Our Feifei is engaged to the young master of the Zhou family! The fiancé is tall, rich and handsome and still dotes on her, unlike you, no one loves you!

“Honey, where are my things?”

The man’s deep and magnetic voice silenced the barrage.

In the next second, a man with a monstrous appearance appeared in front of the camera.

Everyone was shocked!

It turned out to be Chu Jinchen, the future patriarch of the first family!

The man’s black eyes swept across the barrage, pretending to be puzzled, “The Zhou family? I don’t know you.”

Shi Ran looked at someone in Versailles: “I’m live broadcasting.”

“How about a live broadcast that’s more interesting?” As he spoke, the man leaned closer and behaved intimately.

The audience showed their aunts and smiled.

As soon as the camera goes dark, the live broadcast is turned off.

The audience pounded on the keyboard frantically: Slam! Ask for a live broadcast!

The next day #影后公司恋情# was the top trending search.

Chu Jinchen: Baby is willing to disclose me!

Shi Ran: Are you sure you didn’t buy this hot search?

- Description from novelbuddy

When Kim Seojin opened his eyes, he found himself three hundred years in the future.In the last three hundred years, humanity went through a lot of changes. Science had developed, cities became more modern, and space travel became a reality. But all of that came at a cost.The world had become a plaything of gods. Every year, humans were selected to represent their race in a devilish game, all for the entertainment of the gods.Kim Seojin was one of the thousand people selected in a timeline where he didn't belong.There was one more person. A Regressor burdened with the memories of countless failed timelines and the knowledge of the destruction to come, was also a part of the game…

We are born free; yet, why do the deities and Buddhas claim supremacy!Bodhisattva, Buddha, Deity? ... I shall wipe out all your Divine Souls!If the heavens obstruct me, I will shatter these heavens; if the earth obstructs me, I will crush this earth!Tathagata, today you must return to me—five hundred years!...