Lord of the Foresaken - Chapter 123: Convergence of Hearts

It took a long time for Yu Qingjia to learn that she was the original heroine in a Mary Sue Novel, and the other party held the female supporting system in their hands, and She was gearing up to grab her opportunity.

Hehe…

Anyway, sooner or later, she’s going to die, so it’s better to live a more comfortable life. Yu Qingjia completely let herself go, relying on her status as a legitimate daughter, she played her life against her father’s new beautiful concubine. This little concubine is not a good stubble either, as they come and go, the relationship between the two of them becomes bigger and bigger. Later, she gradually realized that something was wrong.

Why is her formidable enemy a ‘man’?

He is also a wanted man of the royal family, the youngest son of the deposed prince, and a famous tyrant in the future!

The royal family of this dynasty has a secret. For example, although these royal men are all beautiful and good at fighting, they are bloodthirsty, paranoid, and cruel from their genes.

Murong Yan fell from the clouds into the dust when he was young, and even had to disguise himself as a woman to avoid spies in the backyard of his followers. After great changes, the tyrannical element in his body could hardly be controlled until he met Yu Qingjia, his nominal “daughter”. In his restless and dark world, the sun suddenly radiated in.

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Feng Zao, the Earth pharmacist who somehow traveled to the Zerg, reluctantly accepted the fact.

Met the other half who wants to start a family and want to be together forever. Then started the road of romantic love wife.

The Zerg native resident Hughes is tall and tall. Because his appearance is not the type that male insects like and his personality is dull, he always thought that he would be assigned to the male insect by the main brain system.

The first time I saw Hughes, Feng Zao’s eyes lit up: This is the sportsman I like, ah, damn it! How can I get in touch with him.

It was the first time that Hughes had red ears, and he pretended to be calm, but his heart kept beating: This male is so cute, I want to rua~

“Hugh, let’s have an egg, okay? We also have a baby bug, preferably one that looks like you.”

“…Listen to the hero,” he said in his heart: it’s better to be like the hero, the miniature version of the hero must be cute.

One day, Hughes received another call from the Bug Cub Academy.

“Master, the little worm is in trouble again”

Content tags: Childbirth Interstellar Sweet Text

Search keywords: Protagonist: Feng Zaoxius ┃ Supporting role: Kodak Anwen ┃ Others: Gentle, inferior and sweet pet

One sentence introduction: I just want a sweet life

Concept: A happy little romance can always be found in a plain and simple life.

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Every hero starts with power. He started with dust.One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white.It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess.Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother.While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part.Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap.A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months.Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability.******White robes. Cold arroganceA sinful revenge.White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan.And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes.

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.”