The Great Merchant in the Cataclysm - Chapter 132 - Woke up with a start

He rose from hardship, but was felled by betrayal. From then on, one man, one gun; treads the path between Evernight and Daybreak to became a legend. No matter what was destined to be his fate, he intends to become the ruler who dictates.

When Ning Xiaoyu, a starlet on the 18th line, participated in a variety show, he happened to meet the popular actor who was taking a nap in the waiting room.
The man leaned against the large floor-to-ceiling windows, his long legs stretched casually. The afternoon sun shines on him unscrupulously through the glass window, and his profile falls in the morning light, so handsome that he doesn’t look like a real person.
When Ning Xiaoyu was about to retreat politely, a line of characters suddenly appeared in front of her.
[Girl, do you want to be popular? Want to enjoy the feeling of being watched? As long as you are favored by the actor, you can have all of these. At this moment, the actor is resting in the room, you can
A: Kissing the actor
B: Candidly take a photo of the actor’s beautiful boy sleeping in spring
C: Accompany the actor with tenderness for ten minutes]
Ning Xiaoyu waited for a while, and after realizing that he had to choose an option, he reluctantly chose c
The dating system was so excited that it rubbed its hands: Come on, girl!
Then it watched Ning Xiaoyu sit down next to the actor, took out the melon seeds that he carried with him, and began to kick Erlang’s legs up.
The love system that is secretly poking and waiting for sweets: Is there something wrong? ? ?
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The actor Lu Jingdu participated in a live variety show, but due to the mistakes of the program staff, the live broadcast equipment was still on when he was resting during work.
So the audience in the live broadcast room watched helplessly as an 18th-line artist beside their brother, knocking melon seeds leisurely.
Netizen A: Very good, lady, you caught my attention.
Netizen B: You can still be so leisurely around the actor, maybe that’s the only one?
Later, Xianyu found himself on fire.
Ning Xiaoyu looked inexplicable: Why did it become popular?
The love system on the side said quietly: I guess you can eat melon seeds quickly

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This is a story about Gong Lixin who was the young master of an ancient underground palace in the ancient times. He was raised by his master and forced to partake sexual relationships with numerous people to cultivate his Yin Body. His master who has a Yang Body was going to absorb him after he has reach a level to become stronger. MC refused and killed his master also dying at the same time. Then he transmigrated to the modern time and thinking he will enjoy peaceful life, the end of the world arrived.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?