MTL - What if My Brother is Too Good? - Chapter 22 Forced love

As a loyal disciple, Ye Chen dedicated himself to guard the spiritual medicine field for his sect. But, during a fight with enemies, the spiritual field was destroyed. His loyalty and dedication to the sect could not save him. The loyalty he thought he had obtained from his peers and lover, could not save him from betrayal. Thus, he was shamelessly banished from the sect. With the help of a flame falling from heaven, Ye Chen began to develop himself into a stronger cultivator. Battled against his opponents, unfolded his legendary life and rewrote his own story…

Time Travel + Multiple CPs + Modern People Travelling to Ancient Times + Light Suspense

Four best friends, because of an ancient book without words from a museum, accidentally travelled to the world inside the ancient book.

Others time travel with food and shelter and meet prince charming, but they time travelled only to be chased and mu*dered? To be wrongly accused of mu*der? To be locked up in prison?

The four girls wailed: “Oh God! This is too much!”

Su Mo is good at martial arts, beautiful and glamorous. Sang Lan is an elegant lady with high IQ. Xia Miao Miao is learned, talented and a good girl. Xiao Han loves anatomy and is a silly tomboy.

Will they be able to meet the men again amidst the mystifying cases and heart wrenching romances?

This is a multi-CP novel, please be aware if you don’t like that.

[Ruthless Killer vs Sexy Beauty] [White-clothed Black-bellied Teen vs Elegant Lady] [Flower Thief Playboy vs Good Girl] [Warm Refined Gentleman vs Tomboy]

Looking at the desperate survivor surrounded by zombies under the high wall, Tang Ye opened his hands and shouted: Welcome to paradise (Welcome to heaven)

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.