MTL - Plundering the Heavens - Chapter 1909 What if the resources are not enough?

[Completed & female disguised as male & did the eight-fold mirror of the silent master hit your heart~]

In the eyes of others, Mr. Dumb is cold all over his body, his aura of a big boss frightens everyone, and one look can make you feel like a chill…

In Gu Shen’s eyes, it was a different feeling—-

Xiao Jiu’s waist is slim and her legs are long, she is so cruel and arrogant that she is so cute, even when she beats someone up, she is so cute and good-looking, people can’t help… want to take her home~

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However, his daughter-in-law’s peach blossoms are blooming, so he can bear with the man, why is his meowing woman here to join in the fun? !

So one day, a certain god quietly blacklisted the coquettish sluts in the silent master’s phone…

- Description from novelbuddy

The enchanting and beautiful big brother’s mouth lifted up into a demonic smile, spitting out cruel and sorrowful words. “Take it out, don’t leave an intact corpse!”

The cold second brother with the icy eyes continuously bled alongside the dying and suffering man.

Their eyes were purple and enchanting. They were this world’s devils, banished by the people.

When they gained strength, they retaliated by destroying the heavens and exterminating the earth.

She was a girl who mistakenly entered another world. She’s their salvation and is the only one that must be obtained at all costs.

Overbearingly possessive and absolutely unrestrained indulgent pampering as long as she stayed by their side.

A gentle as jade man, a faint and dedicated guard.

There were those who liked it silent.

What is the type of love?

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「Shimizu-san, you dyed your hair black.」「Ah, yes.」「Why did you dye it all of a sudden?」「Because…yesterday…」Shimizu-san, who sat next to me and had dyed her hair from blonde to black gradually lowered her voice, slightly blushed, and laid her face down on the desk.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.