My Evil Boy Toy - Chapter 277: A Surprise Visitor

This novel is also known as The Silent Cherry And Plum Blossoms

This is an age-gap story. Bai Fumei Gentle Royal Sister & Ruan Meng Xueba Girl HE Xiang

Tao Anzhi: Yanxi, do you love me?
Yan Xi: Tao Tao, of course I love you.
Tao Anzhi: So do you like me?
Yan Xi: Tao Tao… I can’t…

Content tags: A match made in heaven
Protagonist: Yan Xi, Tao Anzhi ┃ Supporting roles: Gao Jiming, Liao Chengyu, Xu Jiaer, Yang Mengmeng ┃ Others: cultivation, age difference

- Description from novelbuddy

An underprivileged prodigy, a cruel, ruthless world, and an epic story of battle and conquest. A young man with an exceptional inheritance leaves the small, rural city from which he hails on a journey to find the girl of his dreams. He defeats countless prodigies, sweeps through all forces that dare to stand in his way, and progresses step by step toward the pinnacle of all the worlds!
“I’m not targeting any gods in particular. All I’m trying to say is that all gods are trash in my eyes!”

- Description from Novelupdates

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”