The Dark King - Chapter 464

[This is a story of the struggle of a daughter-in-law, and it is also a story of making Aojiao Lengye a peerless good man. 】

Chu Qianqian was ill, and after recovering, it was a blessing in disguise. He could cook and treat people.

He was once abandoned by the scumbag because of his bad horoscope, and then he was invited back by the scumbag because the horoscope was too good.

But at this time, she is no longer the cowardly and incompetent “she” she used to be.

Want her to marry? Yes you can.

First spit out her mother’s dowry, and then drive the disgusting mother-in-law off the stage, and those little white flowers who tried to rob her of her marriage—

“Let me go, I’ll come.” I don’t know when, he stood behind her, hugged her waist tightly, and declared that in the world, whoever bullied her, humiliated her, or harmed her, he would destroy him.

Looking at this man who can’t even provoke the emperor, a warm current flowed in her heart, but she took a step back and said firmly–

“It’s not impossible for me to marry you, but let’s talk about it first. I don’t care if you are married or not, but I will never share a husband with other women after marriage. If you agree, I will marry; if you don’t agree, I will run away!”

escape?

He pinched her chin, “Stinky girl, give me a try to escape?”

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When I transmigrated, the protagonist was already dead.Now, I have to protect the world after the bad ending.So first things first, I became the enemy of the main heroine, who was on the brink of ending her life.“I finally understand what all those things you said really meant.”“I’m like this because of you, junior. Take responsibility.”“I can only sleep when I’m next to you.”…But for some reason, everyone is starting to act a little strange.

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.”

Possessing immortal arts, he can give life and he can bring death. Treading upon thousands of heroes, every corner of the city has his legend…