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... otographed the two books on them.

   Ah Zhong and A Fan can be said to be enlightened in an instant. They understood what carpentry is, and the two of them were excited to practice it immediately.

   "Thank you brother-in-law!"

   "Thank you brother-in-law!" Ah Zhong and A Fan hurriedly thanked Long Xu, brother-in-law was really kind to them.

  Yin Xuehan directly took out two big bags, "These bags contain carpentry tools, each of you has a set."

   Ah Zhong an ...

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[Ilyasviel completes the check-in and rewards himself for a height increase of 1cm]

Elijah: “???”

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Tokisaki Kurumi: “???”

[Fit Testrosa completes the quest and is rewarded with a whole set of bombardment flow for making friends with Takamachi Naiba! 】

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[Shiroi Kuroko completes the task and rewards Misaka Mikoto Ai’s bento! 】

Shirai Kuroko: “…!!!”

Chu Chen silently watched the group of system hosts who had been playing with the system he created to the point of collapse, and drank tea very calmly.

“You don’t really blame me for the rewards you get. I’m only responsible for the system delivery system. You blame me for being like this…”

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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.

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Everyone else went on to enjoy the wedding while her funeral was empty with no visitors. No, one person did come. She watched as the person she despised cried his heart out in front of her grave, revealing his love for her. The sorrow in his voice made tears well up in her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she had returned in time to the day before her wedding. The memories of her past life were still vivid in her mind. She hurried to the race track and found the man to blurt out, “I’m getting married tomorrow. Don’t you want to crash the wedding? Don’t you want to steal me away?”

The man was stunned before snickering. “Ms. Song, did you hit your head?” She added insistently, “I’m asking you one last time, are you brave enough to come?” The man did not answer but pulled out a credit card instead. “Ms. Song, if something is wrong with your head, go and have it checked.” She took the card and said, “I’ll take this as your betrothal gift.”

Having said that, she left. The man was dumbstruck, as he never expected her to take his card.

News of the self-righteous young lady of the Song family seeking out the capital’s number one playboy, Young Master Jin, spread quickly. Someone asked the man what happened, but he just blew a whistle and said, “Come along with me tomorrow. We have a big business to do.”

Song Nuanyi was anxious because she did not know when he started liking her in their past life. Would he even show up tomorrow?

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After dressing up as a notorious scumbag, in order to avoid her tragic ending, Tang Li bravely went to see her engagement partner.
Looking at the elegant and beautiful Director Chu, she felt that she had made a profit.
Chu Chisi sat on the sofa, most of his body was sunk in the darkness, his slender hand was on his forehead, and he smiled lazily and carelessly.
“Three chapters of the marriage contract, I won’t love you,” she said, “and you don’t even want to get love from me.”
Tang Li rejoiced: “It’s okay, just have food to eat.”
Life after marriage was dull and boring, until one day the delivery boy was stopped at the door by the housekeeper. Tang Li was so angry that he “run away from home” and went to the fried chicken shop. When he came back, he found that things had changed——
The expensive red wine shattered all over the place, and more than a dozen screens monitored different areas of the house. Chu Chisi’s eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse: “Why do you want to leave?”
Tang Li was stunned: “What?”
Chu Chisi came staggeringly, holding her fingertips, gloomy madness surging in her eyes, and her voice was trembling.
“……Please.”
She said, “Don’t go.”
#A bloody case caused by fried chicken##What should I do if my wife finds something wrong after getting married##Is it too late to divorce now#
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【Setting Information】
1: Atypical ABO, foreshadowing is privately set into a mountain, Alpha has no organs
2: Fantasy future works, the story is set in an alternate world, not modern
3: 1v1 professional enthusiasts, absolute HE, both of them are unique to each other

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