MTL - The Corpse Ruler Confuses the World, All Seven Husbands Are Devils - Chapter 137 Cruel

Let’s fight! Go! Who am I afraid of with a chip that turns into a brain cell? ! Get promoted and get rich! The nest treasures are all mine!

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After facing her fiancé’s betrayal, things take an unexpected turn after Tang Mo’er inadvertently gets involved with the Capital’s preeminent magnate, Gu Mohan.

Fast-forwarding, Tang Mo’er clenches on a pregnancy test kit with two red lines—testing positive—and confronts him. “Young Master Gu, why did you make me pregnant?”

Gu Mohan hands a baby over into her arms. “My dearest wife, be good. That’s our second child.”

And so Tang Mo’er can only hustle and take care of her two children, but unbeknownst to her, Young Master Gu has also been coveting her love and affection…

This is a face-smacking, sweet-love novel set in the entertainment industry.

Inter Milan's star is dim, Florentina is high-spirited, no one in Serie A can forever maintain their reign. Who will unify the world?In 2014, Inter was at a historical low point, ranked 9th in the league, constantly refreshing the lower limit. The glory of the treble winner had disappeared!Fortunately, Tang Long traveled back, and his brain fused with an AI football system called the “Green Grass Wisdom Engine”.This system, originating from 2084, combines advanced machine learning, big data analysis, and sports science.It can continuously upgrade through match feed and provide Tang Long with divine predictions!-Cross 5% chance to central area, 5% chance to out of bounds, 90% chance to the near post, move early to grab the spot!-Detected that opponent's center-back pair will have a hidden gap in three seconds, prepare a through pass!-The angle between the wall and goalkeeper is 0.62dc, big data shows shooting the upper right corner has a scoring rate of 88.76%!Tang Long frequently makes “Divine Hand” actions off the pitch, shocking everyone!C Luo: “It's simply divine! Every prediction by Tang is three seconds ahead, he seems to foresee the future!”Icardi: “My European Golden Boot, nine-tenths of the credit goes to Tang!”Guardiola: “He's simply the prophet of the football world in the 21st century!”Mancini: “After Ronaldo, Tang is the second alien. His understanding of football far surpasses this era!”

In a world devastated by an unforgiving apocalypse, Qing Xia struggles against a life filled with despair. Surrounded by the suffocating remnants of society—polluted air, barren land, and the haunted expressions of humanity—he often envies those who have found peace in death, escaping the relentless suffering of existence. Yet, the memory of his family's sacrifice fuels his determination to endure, making him one of the last survivors in a landscape of desolation.But fate has other plans. During a routine mission, Qing Xia’s life abruptly ends, or so he believes. To his shock, he awakens reborn as an idol on the brink of obscurity, a mere shadow in a vibrant world. Eager for a second chance, he seeks solace in a newfound identity, yearning for a life filled with simple pleasures.However, tranquility slips through his fingers as he is thrust into an unexpected chaos—a variety show that pulls him into the heart of danger, where secret agents, ruthless hitmen, and shadowy figures lurk. With every step, the weight of his dreams collides with a reality he never wished to face. As he grapples with relentless uncertainty, Sian realizes that the struggle for peace may lead him deeper into turmoil. In this haunting journey, can he carve out a destiny in a world that seems determined to tear him apart? The winds of fate do not blow as one wishes, and with shadows closing in, every moment counts.----------------------------Black box:Someone: “Darling, help me deal with these people.”Sian: “Stay away from me. I have nothing to do with you or them.”Someone, with fake tears: “Darling, I’m hurt. Come kiss me here, and the pain will go away.”Sian, holding a military knife: “Does it hurt there? How about I just cut it off for you?”Someone, stripping Sian’s clothes: “Darling, you look so beautiful when you’re angry. I can’t take it anymore.”Sian: “Go to hell! Ah—ahh! Stop it—stop! That hurts! Quit biting me, you damn dog!”