Supernatural Movie Actor App - Chapter 64: Horror Skewers (19)

The devil would love you only in his own way: “Remember, don’t look at me, don’t hold me, and don’t kiss me! Turn your face away, as long as you lie down obediently and quietly! ” Just lie down obediently? What did he take her for? An inflatable wife?

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Travel to the world of pirates and become Belmer’s adopted son! Nami and Nokigo’s older brother! Liu Ye, has been planting oranges for five years!

One day, Liu Ye, who suddenly realized that he couldn’t go on like this, with the mentality of trying, meditated in his heart: “System?”

“I’m here.” A cute voice like classmate Xiao Ai rang.

Awaken the strongest clone system! Every time you level up, you can get a clone!

Absolute loyalty, not afraid of death, and able to upgrade through battles, improve attributes, and even directly buy various exaggerated magical abilities!

“To tell you the truth, the naval headquarters, the sea emperor of the new world, the master of the underground world, and even the top leaders of the cp0 and the revolutionary army, have my people.”

Before the war in Wano, Liu Yejin took Nami’s hand mysteriously, and said to Nami, “Don’t be afraid, no one dares to touch you with your brother’s backing.”

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Liu Xu’er had once hoped that if she were to be reborn, she would be born to old money, and have a rich, handsome and tall husband. That way, she could have a carefree life of luxury!

Then she actually was reborn…. to a family that had been poor for generations, and lost her rich, handsome and tall husband.

Wait, why does this little husband sound so familiar?

Surely it can’t be…. Liu Xu’er helplessly thought – Heaven, must he too be sent here? Would it have been so difficult to have given me a different husband…

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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.”