MTL - Everywhere in Jianghu is Wonderful - Chapter 132 Poisonous tongue!

In Xu Yun Yao’s previous life, she overcame all obstacles barring her way just to become a queen. However, under the suppression of several ministers headed by Tang Song Nian she failed in the end. Just out of reach with bitter hatred in her heart, only to wake up and find herself reborn as the daughter of Tang Song Nian, as she died early.

Xu Yun Yao: I will trample you! You old fart! You dare to oppose this palace!

Tang Song Nian (laughing with joy): Aiya, our daughter’s boldness is truly too powerful.

Xu Yun Yao: I will kick you! I will bite you! You dare lead those ministers to slander this palace!

Tang Song Nian (gratified smile): I knew little treasure loves father best.

Xu Yun Yao: …….

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She is a thief of the 24th century, but she has traveled back to a stupid and useless person without a father or mother, and it depends on the faces of those in the family. idiot? waste material? Very good, she will soon let these foolish Earthlings know what it means to regret deeply!Fighting spirit? Magic? Her dual cultivation of magic and martial arts crushes all geniuses. The position of head of the household? The Vermilion Bird Divine Beast? to want to? Sorry, she took itBut who will tell her that this cute Zhengtai, who gets dizzy and vomits wildly while riding in a carriage, is really the mythical creature Suzaku?What kind of god is the mysterious soul that resides in her body, like an old man? AndWhy do other people's friends show all kinds of domineering aura, and their domineering aura is incomparable. Why are these few people around her, either the sly merchant fox man, the paralyzed iceberg technology otaku, or the fickle and charming ghost? The best one is probably that sick and beautiful man!What about the promised hegemony over the world and the tyranny of all directions?

Imperial soldier Suldak Helansa joined the infantry regiment of the Grand Duke Newman in Bena province, participated in the Warsaw plane war, and rescued a young man in the forest battle. This qualified young man suffered some injuries. Injured, still a mute, Suldak brought him into the barracks, and what we are telling is the story of this young man of unknown origin…

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“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.