MTL - Spiritual Energy: I Just Want To Farm Peacefully - Chapter 6 Keen Zhao Aiguo

Mimizuku, a small girl with chains on her wrists and ankles and the numbers “332” branded onto her forehead, wanders into the Forest of Night seeking to be eaten by a monster. However, when the ruler of the monsters, the mysterious and beautiful “King of Night,” refuses to eat her, she tries to formulate a way to convince him otherwise.

Wen Su wore a dog-blooded lily article and became the wife of the heroine Bai Yueguang who was about to divorce.

As the heroine of Bai Yueguang, Chu Jingshu has a beautiful face, is mature, stable, noble and elegant, and manages a listed company, a real national goddess.

And Wen Su, a arrogant and arrogant vase star who is black all over the Internet.

Seeing the charming Chu Jingshu with thin waist and long legs, Wen Su touched her little heart and swore, “I will definitely hold on to myself, and I will never disturb the heroine to pursue her!”

Then she broke her word.

Chu Jingshu: Are you still divorced?
Wen Su: Don’t leave, don’t leave, the heroine, go away, don’t touch my wife!

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- Description from novelbuddy

The Demon Empire in the universe was reborn and came back! Enemies should kneel down in front of him! Beauties should lie down in front of him!

“I am a demon. I enslave gods and immortals! If you don’t succumb to me, I will convince you by force!”–Ye Feng!

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”