MTL - Rebirth of the Strongest Female Emperor - Chapter 2683 No. 01171 fourth domain (3)

Duplicity is true
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Bian Xi entered an NP novel. Although the heroine in the book is difficult to flirt and chase, she has a fish pond, and Bian Xi happens to be one of the fish.
This is outrageous!
Bian Xi turned his head and swam out of the fish pond, carrying her empty small purse and acting as a fish pond administrator, not only teaching how to be a man but also teaching the heroine, as long as the money is in place!
It’s just why the heroine always sticks to herself?
Said to be so cold and difficult to flirt, how can you be fierce and coquettish to yourself and still love to act like a coquette?
Bian Xi: Please walk away, the fish you raised is coming to bite me.
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Lightning protection:
1. The harems have a strong sense of existence, but they are mainly for laughing and promoting emotional lines.
2. Jiang Yinqi is an artist, but will not be involved in the entertainment industry

Content tags: urban love, special liking, wear books
Search keywords: Protagonists: Bian Xi, Jiang Yinqi ┃ Supporting roles: A group of idiots ┃ Others:
One sentence introduction: I want to be the white moonlight that the heroine can’t get!
Purpose: Where there is a will, things will come true

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The world is vast, and the way of immortality is insignificant. The supreme being in the Nine Realms is called ‘Tianzun’.

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ps: genius flow! No system!

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“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.

In her previous life, she had misjudged people, mistaking enemies for kin. It wasn't until her body sank to the ocean floor that she had a sudden realization.Reborn seven years earlier, she grasped the Water-Repelling Pearl in hand, navigating unimpeded through lakes and oceans, ready to gather endless treasures. She vowed to carve out her own realm in the marine and collectibles industries.Before the conspiracies could even begin, she strategized every move. She would settle all past grievances—what was being a wealthy heiress? She would be the wealthiest of them all!