MTL - The Villain’s White Lotus Halo - Chapter 97 【】

A series about a hyper-realistic fantasy game!“Sergeant First Class Ha, you crazy bastard. You shot another full round of bullseye?”The sharpshooter Ha LeeHa simply wanted to be a part of the army forever. However, due to an unfortunate accident, he became paraplegic and was tossed back into society.The revolutionary VR game [Middle Earth] presented a new life to him. Money obtained in [Middle Earth] has real-world value! Yet, he ruined his chance by selecting the lowest-tier character!“I’m not like the others. This is all I have.”Black gunpowder, iron balls, and ramrods… I’ll show all of you what a real ‘musketeer’ is!

Four years ago, she was an abandoned heiress casually thrown away by her family.Four years later, she became a big shot with countless honors and huge power.When she returned to her country with her babies, a man was already waiting for her at the airport, “You disappeared for four years after giving birth to my child. I will never let you run away again.”……Her triplet babies are extremely talented.Eldest, “Who dare bully our mommy? I'll hack their information and broadcast their scandals globally!”Second, “I'll make a call to immediately impose a restraining order and freeze their assets!”Youngest smiled at his two brothers, “Brothers, no need to bother! I just mention our daddy's name, and they've come to the building begging for forgiveness.”

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

From then on, he starts writing movie scripts and television songs, becomes skilled in directing every kind of film, wins over all kinds of female celebrities, and takes the road to become a Hollywood legend.

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In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.