MTL - Dragon Martial Emperor - v2 Chapter 6 Wind home is not allowed

After quitting the national team, Qi Yue devoted herself to agronomy.

At a certain party, someone was booing, and whoever lost the shooting game would be kissed by Qi Yue.

Looking at Qi Yue, who was planting potatoes with a hoe with a sloppy face and a muddy face, in the experimental field, the big guy’s face turned green.

Everyone scrambled to target the bullseye for fear of being punished.

In the end, Gu Huai, the big male god of A, raised his hand and missed the target and shot a 0 ring.

When they met for the second time, Gu Huai was crushed by malicious provocations in the fencing hall.

Qi Yue couldn’t stand it any longer and was forced to take action.

When we met for the third time, Gu Huai was homeless on the side of the road.

In order to help him, Qi Yue spent three months of living expenses.

After many years.

Qi Yue looked at the world shooting record certificate, fencing championship trophy and dozens of property certificates with Gu Huai’s name written on it, and fell into contemplation: “…”

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In the Interstellar era where the strong are king, soft and cute species are almost all extinct.

Tu Mianmian, who crossed over, was given a ruthless Duke husband, a husband who could destroy Mechas in minutes.

As a lop-eared rabbit who had just refined his human shape, he felt weak, pitiful and helpless.

So, he resolutely ran into the entertainment circle, relying on his sky-defying appearance to garner large amounts of fans from interstellar society, including his own gong/husband.

It was night, and the Duke who was going to improve the relationship between husband and wife walked to the door and saw a fluffy lop-eared rabbit lying on the sofa…

When Tu Mianmian found himself sleeping beside his gong with his rabbit body stretched out, he scared himself. Sitting up in shock and dazed, he unconsciously stomped the Duke’s mouth. Shivering, he retracted his rabbit paw, but was caught by his gong with a cold face.

Tu Mianmian: …I, I, I am willing to cut off this rabbit’s paw!

Before he could finish speaking, the iron-blooded Lord Duke approached his mouth at the speed of light: Chuu~~ ( ˘ ³ ˘)♥

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[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

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?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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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.

Was war schlimmer als der Tod selbst? Nun, es war das Sterben in dem Wissen, dass dich niemand vermissen würde, in dem Wissen, dass dein Tod ein Gefallen für alle war, die du je kanntest.Genau so fühlte ich mich an dem Tag, an dem ich starb.Ich war das uneheliche Kind des Eclipse-Alpha-Königs, und in einer Zeit, in der der Bund zwischen Mann und Frau als heilig galt, war ein uneheliches Kind nichts weniger als ein Sakrileg...Es war seine Schuld, er liebte eine andere als seine Gefährtin...Es war seine Schuld, er hatte Geschlechtsverkehr mit einer menschlichen Frau.Es war alles seine Schuld, mein einziges Verbrechen war, dass ich aus seiner Lust geboren wurde.Aber warum war mein Vater, der Alphakönig, in Sicherheit, während ich stattdessen gehasst, verachtet und für alles verantwortlich gemacht wurde?Warum musste ich das Druckmittel meines Vaters sein, um seine Ziele zu erreichen?Warum musste ich mit meinem eigenen Stiefbruder verpaart werden?Warum konnte ich nicht wie alle anderen eine Abfuhr erhalten, sondern wurde von meinem eigenen Partner ermordet?Warum wurde ich getötet, bevor ich überhaupt eine Chance zu leben hatte?Ich hatte tausend Fragen und doch gab es niemanden, der sie beantworten konnte, und genau so bin ich gestorben...Warum also flatterten meine Augen an diesem Tag auf, einen Monat vor meinem Tod?War es wegen meines kleinen Geheimnisses?Ein Geheimnis, das ich niemandem außer dir erzählen werde...Nach dem Titel meiner Geschichte musst du denken, dass ich ein Omegawolf bin...Nein, da liegst du falsch... Ich bin kein Omega-Wolf, ich bin ein Alpha-Wolf und mein Name ist Omega.~Zweites Buch der Werwolf-Wiedergeburts-Serie.*Kein Prequel oder Sequel zu 'The Alpha King's Nemesis', beide Bücher sind nicht miteinander verwandt, mit Ausnahme des Weltsettings und des Werwolf-Wiedergeburts-Konzepts.*Das Titelbild stammt aus dem Internet, alle Credits gehen an den ursprünglichen Künstler.