Dragon Blooded War God - Chapter 959: Eighth Heavenly Martial Stage

“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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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?

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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.

Original Title: “Blackened Bosses Are All My Boyfriends”
[I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the sun). ]
Su Jingyan is an npc in n horror novels. Every character he plays is a heartthrob, and he has been loved by thousands of people throughout his life.
Just like the bright moon in the world, the darling of God, everyone can’t wait to hold their hearts and make him smile.
The time traveler loves him, the reincarnated loves him, the reincarnated loves him, even Satan who hides in the dark loves him.
Others are hell, but you are my world.
Su Jingyan is a heartthrob, and he is very satisfied with his boyfriend, but strangely, the whole world is telling him: “Run! Your boyfriend is dangerous! He is a ghost! He will kill you later !”
Su Jingyan turned his head and looked at the man who smiled at him like a spring breeze, and then replied flatly, “Oh.” I believe you.
“…” Damn, I’m telling the truth.
The next second, the person died.
In the dead of night.
The man stared closely at Su Jingyan who had fallen asleep.
The knife in his hand shone with a cold light.
After standing there for an unknown amount of time, the man put away the knife, turned around and hugged the young man even tighter.
Don’t have the idea of ​​leaving me, or I will kill you in jealousy.
Baby, you are so good.
This article is also known as: “Turning Horror Novels into Sweet Love Articles”
“My old gong can’t possibly kill me! ”
① 1v1, change the soup but not the medicine, the love line is absolutely sweet max, the attack and the world have no memory, but it will be love at first sight.
②Focus on super possessive, sick and aggressive for a hundred years (狗头)
Shou’s attribute is a healing cutie who will always fall in love with Gong at first sight. The two are each other’s Yangou, no matter how you look at it, they feel that each other is good everywhere, as long as the shou is attacked a little bit, it is easy to blush (emphasis, some people may not like this type of shou.)
③Reject ky, decline to pick up the list.
④ Unconventional unlimited streaming, mainly for dating. (dog head)
⑤Every comment will be replied, I love you, if you like me, remember to pay attention to the column.
⑥ Screenshot taken on February 19, 2020.
Content tags: Unlimited Stream Sweet Text Fast Transmigration Book Transmigration
Search keywords: Protagonist: Su Jingyan (Mirror is as calm as the heart, unswerving in words)┃Supporting role: Lu Yichen (Dancer in Yishui, Xijiao Nanchen)┃Others:
One sentence introduction: Others are hell, but you are my world.
Conception: Redeem each other, be unique to each other, do not live without madness, love thousands of times.

- Description from novelbuddy

There was a woman. Born as an illegitimate child and raised under the strict control of the queen, her world was as small as a well.

There was a man. He was forced to marry a woman who was his brother’s political marriage partner. His world, which was infinitely wide, became smaller.

The woman’s original sin, and the man’s resentment. “I should have just died instead…”