Warlock Apprentice - Chapter 2594 - 2595: The Fork in the Road

Wen Tian, on the way to send off his sister, was kidnapped by some people.

The multitude of bandits, happy and delighted: Boss, Boss, we have kidnapped a pleasant-looking wife for you.

Wen Tian: QAQ

The Bandit Head: Come, my wife, let me look at you, baby.

SiFang Town has been bustling with liveliness recently. The town’s best-looking Young Master Wen, has been missing for half the month and then suddenly returned with a man.

The wild man, called Chu XiangTian, is the head of the bandits in the Western Mountain. Rumors said that it is a devil who kills people without blinking.

Everyone sighs incessantly, Young Master Wen is truly pitiful…

Young Master Wen, who the people said were pitiful, with widely round eyes stared fiercely, “You sleep in the study room at night!!”

The tall and burly man immediately had a black face.

Wen Tian with sunken lips, said “You are being fierce….. QAQ”

Chu XiangTian soften, itching to hold that person in his arms.

- Description from Novelupdates

Miss Jing in the eyes of Miss Chi: Nouveau riche
Miss Chi in the eyes of Miss Jing: a woman who worships money
After an accident, the way they looked at each other began to change…
The love story of two women who dislike honesty over time (日 is a verb)

Early in the morning, in a hotel, the big bed in the presidential suite…
Chi Jia got dressed: “Jing Rui, even if all the men and women all over the world die, I won’t fall for you!”
Jing Rui: “please Miss Chi remember what she said and don’t come to me again in the future.”

The next day, early in the morning, in a hotel, the big bed in the presidential suite…
Chi Jia got dressed, “I warn you this is the last time!”
Jing Rui: “Miss Chi, I don’t want a next time either.”

A few days later, the two met in a bar.
Jing Rui: “Have you brought your ID card?”
Chi Jia: “Bring…”

Main CP: Fried hair and greedy little designer X sexy and rich restaurant owner
Deputy CP: Huan Tuo Infatuated Design Director X Wen Wan Ke Ren Yu Jie President

[Pit entry instructions or lightning protection]
1. The main and deputy CPs are all doing first and then loving, simple and rude, don’t enter if you don’t like it; HE, don’t tear down the CP;
2. Unrealistic, light-hearted and sweet essays (the kind where the president has a lot of time to fall in love), the plot is sultry and colorful; the industry description is non-professional, sorry;
3. There is a straight-forward plot, but there is no reason to choose a woman after being hurt by a man. Loving someone has nothing to do with gender, that’s all;

Content tags: urban love, happy friends, sweet text
Search keywords: protagonist: Chi Jia; Jing Rui ┃ supporting role: Ning Qian; Wen Jin; Yun Xin; Jian Yi

- Description from novelbuddy

The waves ripple around me,calling me in a whisper,Into the deepest part of the ocean.As I walk on the soft sand,the water sweeps over my feet,surrounding where I stand,giving me the sweetest sensation.Oh ocean,why do I feel so attracted to you?Why do I feel the tickling of your whispers?As it causes cold shivers down my spine.I could hear your gentle lullaby,It roars like a lion, yet so steady and honestJust like a refined diamond.Oh, sea, why do you call my name in a whisper?Caressing waves upon the shore,Once again you beckon me.Why do you show yourself at my doorstep?Why do I feel your presence everywhere I go?Why do you call me so desperately?I want to know, cause when the sea calls?Who will answer?

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.”