MTL - The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman - Chapter 293 what is she trying to draw

When Isaac opens his eyes, he finds neither eternal rest nor peaceful reincarnation... but a descent into hell. He wakes up in a world identical to his own, except for one terrifying detail: portals filled with monsters are popping up everywhere, and if no one stops them within three days, the apocalypse is upon us. Here, only enlightened hunters - graded from F to SS - have the power to confront these nightmarish creatures. The problem? Isaac is an F-rank, an orphan with no future, condemned to survive in the shadows of the strongest.But one night, everything changes. His spirit is torn from this world and plunged into another, a veritable hell where humanity is no more than a herd of slaves under the yoke of dragons. Tortured and broken, Isaac soon understands one thing: this other world isn't just a nightmare... it's a warning.As he fights for his life, a miracle occurs: an enigmatic system enables him to steal the power of the monsters he slays.[*Ding* Would you like to absorb the physical stats?]Weak yesterday, predator today, he has but one goal: to unravel the mysteries of both realities and crush those who would see him fail.With a katana in hand and a secret burning in his soul, Isaac refuses to be a victim. If he wants to survive, he has only one option: become the ultimate hunter... before history repeats itself.

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A stranger! Lu An’an married a stranger! She heard that the man was extremely ugly and was a sex masochist despite his old age, but she could not reject him for the sake of her family.

On their wedding night, she thought about how she would leave her parents and brother completely in the future and spend the rest of her life living with the rumored sexual abuse…

The more Lu An’an thought about it, the more worried she became and the more terrified she became.

Her tears started gushing out even more violently. At this moment, a coarse and warm hand gently lifted her face.

“So beautiful, how did you know I like to see others cry?”

Oh, my god! He— he was truly a pervert! Lu An’an shivered.

Although he looked very young and good-looking, with deep-set eyes and thick eyelashes, and he had a smile like a sun, she would never tolerate such a terrifying hobby, much less cooperate with it!

“It’s just a business marriage between us. I hope we can… respect each other after we get married,” said Lu An’an after mustering up all her courage. Her tears turned the handsome man’s features blurry. However, Yan Yunge merely chuckled and kissed her tears away.

“Don’t worry, you’ll like it.”

Looking at the huge object that was as thick as a forearm staring straight at her with its head held high and chest puffed out, Lu An’an could not help but shake her head. Yan Yunge whipped out his pocket-sized pistol and looked at her with a cheeky smile.

“One of these guns is going to enter your body. Choose it yourself.” She—she did not want to choose any of them. She wanted a divorce! Yan Yunge’s breathing became heavier.

“Then, can I choose for you? Why don’t we put both of them in?”

As an ordinary human being on the earth, Tang Long was brought to the Cultivation World by a lost immortal, and relying on his amazing talent, he made it to one of the five emperors in that world. However, struck by Thunder of Nine Heavens, he lost his life. It was lucky for him to transmigrate in the human world in an intern who was named Qin Haodong. With his excellent medical skills, he became a divine doctor of traditional Chinese medicine and encountered the baby girl he made before going into the Cultivation World, whose mother was as pretty as a fairy. The little girl even asked him to find more lovers. What a cute girl…

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As the head disciple of the number one sect in the world, Luo Jianqing had a brilliant reputation. He was the most respected senior brother of his junior brothers and sisters: the last disciple of the cultivation world’s number one cultivator, Luo Jianqing greatly respected his master’s teachings, not crossing his limits by even half a step.