The Decade of Deep Love - Chapter 60 - A Hug of Suggestive Invite

“I’ll say it again, I’m not really a genius singer, nor a genius creator! I have no love for singing! My ideal is to be a carpenter!”

“But Mr. Xu, you have won the Grand Slam of awards, and your albums have accumulated the world’s number one sales! Your lyrics and production have won so many kings and queens with one hand! You are considered by everyone to have crushed one by yourself. era!”

“Didn’t you agree to talk about woodworking? Don’t you want to do it?”

“No, boss! But this is your TV station, you have to think about the ratings! Everyone just wants to hear how awesome you are, not your woodworking hobby! The story of being banned?…Okay, okay, can we talk about last year’s rich list? We all know that there are four Chinese women in the top 50 of the world’s richest list, all of them are single, and it is rumored that they are all single with you…”

“Actually, woodworking is very interesting, let’s talk about woodworking!”

“Why don’t we talk about An Xiaojing An Tian? Everyone is very curious. She is not married, but her three children are all surnamed Xu, and…”

- Description from novelbuddy

After crossing the sea, he was reborn as a son of a wealthy family in Xiluobu Village in the East China Sea, and he has a lovely and clinging sister Keya.

Inhale the essence of the sun and drink the splendor of the moonlight.

Under the influence of Lanxius, has the fate of the characters in the original Donghai changed?

A bounty hunter came to the Great Route, to wield the power of the lunar sun.

Who said this world is dominated by navies and pirates, and bounty hunters have no share?

When the Peng Yi of the power of yin and yang ripped apart the sky, countless top powerhouses looked sideways.

“Is the world’s No. 1 bounty hunter coming?”…

- Description from novelbuddy

An entomologist’s soul transmigrates into a cultivation world, inhabiting the body of a small, obscure cultivator who specializes in insect manipulation. Reborn, he desires only to avoid conflict and quietly develop in a mortal village.Inspired by the “Sun-Moon Heart Sutra,” he creates his own “Ten Absolute Scripture.” Inspired by the “Nine Deaths Divine Art,” he devises the “Purgatory True Demon Technique.” Moved by the “Eternal Life Sutra.” he extrapolates it into a hundred layers.With boundless creativity, extraordinary insight, and unlimited time, he pioneers new techniques, pill formulas, artifact designs, array formations, gu recipes, poison concoctions, and brewing methods—all entirely of his own invention.While others cultivate paths of slaughter, he alone forges and cultivates the path of self creation.

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.”