MTL - The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash - Chapter 150

When Kyran turned 18, his life turned upside down.

The Royal Army raided his clan because his supposedly non-existent magic got exposed. On that fateful night, he was the only one who escaped.

Up to the present, the status of his clan was unknown.

A magic inheritance that became a curse, Kyran became a fugitive. Always on the run... living in fear when the Royal Army finally captures him.

At least that's what most people thought...

“I'll definitely save my family. And I will make all those who made my clan suffer pay tenfold. I'll make use of this magic they so feared, and show them what real terror is....”

If I calm down, the whole world will bow down! !

Every fighter is his tool to make money. The Lord of War is what people call him.

But he prefers to be called a businessman, a standard-bearer who leads special business to the top!

“The most meaningful thing I have done in my life is to depose Locke Martin!” – “World People Weekly”.

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The richest man, the Su family, suddenly has a three-year-old baby! Everyone thought that this little baby girl was the illegitimate daughter of Su Laoqi, a playboy in the entertainment industry. Who knew that the seven brothers of the Su family knelt down in a row and called her aunt!

All the people in Beicheng laughed to death: What does your aunt do except drink milk? It’s better that my aunt would embroider for me.

Su Laoqi: What is embroidery? My aunt can catch ghosts, monsters and zombies. She is top-notch in the world. Can your aunt do it?

Su Laoliu: My aunt can fly a sword and chase a plane. Can your aunt do it?

Su Laowu: My aunt knows how to use Guimen Thirteen Needles to treat diseases. Can your aunt do it?

Su Laosi: My aunt can figure skate five times. Can your aunt do it?

Su Laosan: My aunt can kill five at will in the game, can your aunt do it?

Su Laoer: My aunt has won awards for Chinese painting, oil painting and ink painting. Can your aunt do it?

Boss Su: My aunt can help my company make one billion a day, can your aunt do the same?

Later, when the Su family’s sister-in-law grew up, she quietly fell in love with her childhood sweetheart. The seven sons of the Su family roared in unison: Stay away from my aunt!

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“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.