MTL - Devouring The Heavens - Chapter 363 Cold day saint

Light and darkness are twins, blessings and curses coexist.Oh girl who stands upon the stage of destiny,May your path ahead be filled with blessings.------------Anko Probabilistic Narrative Writings：It's like telling stories by rolling dice. Just as many games offer various action and dialogue options that lead to different branching storylines, this book creates characters, advances the plot and builds the world view by providing a large number of different branches and using dice rolls to determine the outcome.

#I just want to be a licking dog in peace#
#Don’t fucking chase me. I just lick you for the bonus, so you just take advantage of it for nothing? #
Chao Ci is a fast wearer with excellent performance, and his task is to lick the dog of the protagonist.
No one does this kind of thankless work, but Chao Ci did it well for bonuses and performance.
The protagonist treats me as a stand-in, should I be willing to lick him? No problem!
The protagonist Long Aotian is just using me but I want to chase him wildly. What does he want from me? No problem!
When Chao Ci got the bonus after completing all the tasks, he was pulled back after a few days of being dashing.
I heard that every time he was a dog licker, the protagonist turned black, and he was forcibly pulled back… exm? ?
[Heartless and heartless, only **Jin is super good-looking and heartwarming, but I don’t know that X is very fond of it, but I don’t admit that the last crematorium is super arrogant and arrogant]
①Reincarnated and transcended the calamity X the young son of the mortal world vase family:
In the past, Chao Ci treated the gods very well, but the gods didn’t care about the mere mortals. After the calamity was over, he erased the memory of the Chao Ci and went to the god realm. Later, the gods had no time to repent and return to the mortal world, but the court speech whose memory was erased already had other sweethearts.
②Dark Liudian’s male main attack X gave money to resource tool people and the big boss received:
The father died tragically, and the male protagonist was ordered to inherit the sect. At this time, the distraction period Danny, who is famous in the cultivation world, said in his speech that he could give money and resources to his sect as a shelter, on the condition that the male protagonist will be his Taoist companion for five years, will he do it? The male protagonist grinned: It’s done.
After that, Chao Ci took his heart and heart to him, and obeyed his words. At the end of the five-year period, the male protagonist was already in the Mahayana period standing at the top of the cultivation world. He thought that Chao Ci would stay behind, but he simply left.
Oh, you just leave when you say go?
③The rich second-generation actor who ran away from home attacked the beauty of the US dollar:
In the past, Chaoci gave money and resources in exchange for indifference and scandals, but now Chaoci wants to go out, but can only be checked every day [tcl]
④Ba total attack X stand-in (not) subject
In the past, Chao Ci knew that he was a stand-in, but he still worked diligently to be a good stand-in every day and did his due diligence. Now Chao Ci just wanted to break up, and Glass Xinba always wondered if he had changed his mind.
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hint:
There should be more than these in the world, and the order of the copy does not represent the actual order
The three views of the characters do not represent the three views of the author, but serve the plot
The author is written by Mo Dewen. The protagonist is a heartthrob Su who has broken his leg. If he doesn’t like it, he can escape.
Content tags: special liking, fast wear, wear book, cool text
Search keyword: Protagonist: Chao Ci ┃ Supporting role: Pre-received text: “My wife and I were reborn together” ┃Others:
One-sentence introduction: I just want bonuses and performance!
Purpose: pay always pays off

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Shi Hao, a young man, managed to turn the tables on a powerful figure trying to possess him. He gained countless cultivation techniques, martial skills, formations, alchemy knowledge, and talisman arts, setting him on a legendary path.Now, every genius and tyrant must bow before him.Those who refuse? They'll be eliminated!

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.