MTL - The Ice Lord Prime Minister’s Black-Bellied Wife - Chapter 188 On fire (3)

As an underworld boss who has been in the ladder all the year round, You Feng specially uses various non-mainstream underworld decks to climb to the duel king of the ladder in one go.

Also known as a cancer.

I didn’t expect to cross into the mixed world of DM, GX and 5DS!

You Feng defeated the major powerhouses with absolute capital, seized their cards, and then began to research and combine all kinds of fancy tumor card groups.

The most important thing is that such a tumor, the guardian spirit is still the creator god of light! !

“Is this the God of Creation of Light? What!! It turned out to be You Feng’s?” Muto Game.

“You call the cancer a **** god?” Haima Lairen’s mouth twitched.

“I never take the initiative to pull out screws! Except for facing You Feng! It’s too poisonous.” Do not move Yu Xing.

“What kind of dark dueling elf, how can You Feng be scary?” Youcheng Shidai.

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April 4th.

The apocalypse descended, mountains and rivers shattered, and the human world turned into purgatory.

April 5th.

“Brother Wang Tao, before I die, I ask you for a favor, please take care of my wife…”

April 7th.

Wang Tao unexpectedly discovered that he could not only see the HP bars of living creatures but also that the creatures he killed would drop loot!

“Rest in peace, Big Brother. I will definitely take good care of your wife!”

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.”

My name is Duncan Grimshaw, A hunter, I just had been married to my wife and we still didn't have any children. One day, While exploring the Dungeon with my Party, we found a strange thing that people will never expect to find in the Dungeon, a child, a small black child that somehow lives in the Dungeon.

Seeing that, I can only wonder ... how can a child exist in the Dungeon? who's are his parents?

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