MTL - Two-Faced Husband, Have Some Decency! - ~ 075 You can't cross the river to bridge

Distant green mountains, a remote village, an ordinary boy struggling to survive, whose mundane life transforms into the path of cultivation. Who is real, and who is fake? Who can accompany the bright moon to the end? The world of immortals begins from here.

Su Li has never expected that those she met in her first life would follow her to a new life in a new family.

Fang Cheng was beheaded.

was pierced through the heart.

Stuffed with a mouthful of garlic.

Pulled out to bask in the sun.

Torn to pieces by an angry enemy.

Fang Cheng was revived, and he spread his hands to the enemies: “Showdown with you, I’m actually not a vampire!”

Everyone roared: “I believe you ghost!”

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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.”