MTL - Douluo: Sell Ning Rongrong Task Card, She Dropped Out of School - Chapter 122

Liu Ling, an unmarried activist, has been unrestrained all her life. Before her death, a friend asked her if she had an unfulfilled wish, and Liu Ling replied she could not raise a baby.

The friend fell into trouble; this is not easy to do. Not waiting for her friend to speak, Liu Ling said that if she gave birth to a child, the mother would die, and her child would live, so let’s forget it.

Unfortunately, God heard.

After her death, she did not enter the underworld and transmigrated into Song Zhaodi. She also had seven children, all of whom were not her own.

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Traveling to the future interstellar where Wu is respected, Robbie concealed his awakening ability in order to avoid intrigue.

Unexpectedly, someone who doesn’t have eyesight has to look for things. The cousin first robbed her fiance, and then she wanted to rob her. Robbie ran to the test in a rage, but the result was shocking…

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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.”

As his contract-marriage wife, she just wanted to fulfill the mission given by his mother—having a baby. They didn't love each other, so he always used contraception before they got laid. She had been obedient to him, only to find that he had gone too far! He actually didn't care about their child at all! She couldn't stand it anymore, so she handed him the divorce papers and left, noting: “The world is so huge that I can surely find a better man.”Looking down at her, he retorted, “Come on, your purse strings will tighten up first before you find anyone.”