MTL - World Controlling God - Chapter 1672 - Thunder Dragon

Once he crossed over, Yu Que became a container for cultivating the heroine to exchange spiritual roots for the heroine.

The good news is that Linggen is still on her body now, the bad news is that she is competing with the heroine for the entry qualification of a sect, and her scumbag looks at her gloomily.

In order to survive, Yu Que decided to join an unknown sect.

Only after she got started did she realize that the small sect she thought was even better than the dogs raised by her senior sister.

And the whole division goes up to the master down to the dog, ready to blacken at any time, all of them are big villains who fight to death with the protagonist in the later stage.

But Yu Que doesn’t think the problem is big, isn’t it just blackening, it’s just a redemption script!
The master is a gentleman, and he missed the future mistress by accident. Later, his sweetheart was designed to die tragically. He took the sword and killed the whole family, and laughed and walked away surrounded by the monks of the right way.
Yu Que put a book in front of the master in awe: “If you grab it, you will grab the heart of the mistress.”
Open the page, “Thirty Days to Make Her Crazy for You”.
Master: ?
Senior sister is as beautiful as a flower, but she met a scumbag, and she was deceived so that her body and mind were broken.
Yu Que directly led the people to the largest small clerk’s building in the city, hugged from left to right, surrounded by fat and thin, and said in a loud voice, “Men are virtuous and virtuous, crooked Rui Goode!”
Sister: ? ?
The second senior brother is half-human and demon. He was discriminated against when he was a child. When he became an adult, he was overwhelmed with love and righteousness.
Yu Que shook his head: “The structure is small, what’s the point of ruling only one demon clan? Of course all adults need it! From now on, won’t the human clan and the demon clan be family-friendly!”
Second Senior Brother: ? ? ?
The little brother has a demon embryo, a natural bad seed, and his intelligence is close to a demon, and his strength is unpredictable.
Yu Que slapped a copy of Advanced Mathematics in front of him and sneered, “Oh, no challenge.”
Junior Brother: ? ? ? ?
Yu Que thought that what he was taking was a redemption script and that he was thinking of saving the world.
Later, the classmates who had been reborn long ago looked at the new junior junior sister who was blind and infertile, and gave this evaluation: poisonous.
Later, her scum father wanted to arrest her and go back to change her spiritual roots. She was pulled thousands of miles away by the most difficult little brother, and turned his head, the little brother smiled and said: “Little sister, your class is not finished Oh.”

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- Description from novelbuddy

When gods gather, lightning will strike and the earth will move. Immortals! Which of the numerous way to immortality should one follow? Immortals are hard to seek, but why should immortals hide? Heaven has no mercy, but humans have emotions, and these emotions hinder the road to longevity!

Train the inner self to stay calm, train the external body to be resistant, then cross the three continents and four seas alone, and fight valiantly with demons and devils! With the heavenly baton in hand, raid the devils and demons without any resistance! Take one step to cross nine stars and chase the sword in the dreams! Traverse a thousand li of river and mountains in a single day! The exceptional beings do not mix with the ordinary! Within the universe, where can one find an obstacle! Moving like a dragon, with talent like a phoenix! The heavenly Daos and stars will guide one’s way!

- Description from Novelupdates

Father: “Qianqian, he may be a quadriplegic but as long as you agree to marry him, our company will be saved!”

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.