MTL - Mountains and Seas For All People: Starting From a Thatched Hut - Chapter 154 Ancient: Troll Heart

A code farmer, after working a 007 job, becomes a student at the University of Kentucky!Zeng Xingyang: So handsome, why play basketball? It would be better to act!Standing at 2.01 meters, with a wingspan of 221 cm, Zeng Xingyang, possessing top-level static talents, joined the Kentucky Wildcats and participated in the NCAA!There was intense skepticism from the outside, questioning the necessity of training a Chinese player!But Zeng Xingyang withstood the pressure.He made incredible progress in every shot, pass, and defense.His hardworking sweat covered every inch of the court!He is enjoying the pure joy brought by basketball!After winning the championship at the University of Kentucky with Towns and Booker, he entered the NBA!Unknowingly, he surpassed his contemporaries,Becoming an NBA superstar.Joining forces with Jokic, they grow together, building a brand new dynasty!

The dead cannot speak.

It means the living can create any story they want.

Inheritance, honor and wealth can be taken away by lies.

However, what happens when a person, who was presumed to be dead, returns alive?

The traitor Gu Mang returned to his home kingdom again. Everyone rejoiced in his banishment. It was said the one who hated him most was his closest friend – the cold and stoic Young Master Mo.

A rumour: Young Master Mo prepared three hundred and sixty-five methods of torture to try on Gu Mang, enough to play with him for a year without repetition.

But what’s the truth then?

Well the truth is even more unspeakable–

Mo Xi’s identity: the most abstinent commander of the empire.

His relationship with the traitor Gu Mang: they’d slept together before.

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