Standing Next To You - Chapter 46: Lose Favor

Descent of the Phoenix – 13 Years Old Princess Consort

The strongest female assassin from a special assassination force met her death one day on a mission. To her surprise, she woke up in the body of a 13 year old girl, Mu Rong Liu Yue. Through Liu Yue’s past memories, she found out that she was bullied due to the huge birthmark on her face, even though she came from a renowned family. Liu Yue was beaten to death by her own cousin, and that’s how she managed to enter Liu Yue’s battered body. The assassin then decided to live her life as Liu Yue and swore to avenge her death.

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Framed for something she did not do which resulted in her only son’s death, she was abandoned by her husband. Reborn after an accident, the eighteen-year-old Ye Tianxin swore to reclaim her life. Then, due to an unexpected twist of fate, she saved the life of a powerful man and her new destiny was rewritten!

【Premium School Beauty Story + Dog Food Story + Refreshingly Unconventional】Introduction:To complete a ten-minute system check-in task, Gu Yu boldly entered the Student Affairs Office and awkwardly confessed his love to the school beauty to stall for time...The next day, after scoring numerous rebounds, Gu Yu took shelter from the rain on the basketball court when the school beauty actually came to pick him up personally!When faced with everyone's questions, the aloof school beauty just smiled slightly: I'm here to pick up my boyfriend!Everyone exploded on the spot: Sss—The new Skateboard King is actually together with the school beauty!Many, many years later, Gu Yu, looking at the adorable and clingy twins in his arms, reflected: I remember the script I had imagined wasn't like this...

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.”