Girl Hero: Revenge on Goblins! - Chapter 369: D137. Bestowal of Honors

Lao Li’s family finally gave birth to a girl! It’s a pity that we are on the road to escape…

Mrs. Li: What should I do? My baby has lumps and no milk to drink!

Jiayin spat out bubbles of saliva and waved her little hands: “Don’t be afraid, I have space, bring your own rations!” then…

Li Laosi: Mom, I picked up a dairy goat on the roadside!

Li Laosi’s wife: Mom, this rabbit hit the tree by itself!

Li Laosan: Mom, I went to fetch water, and the big fish jumped into the bucket!

Li Laosan’s wife: Mom, a handful of rice actually makes a pot of rice!

Mrs. Li’s head was buzzing. With the blessing of her ancestors, she was giving birth to a little lucky girl, who would prosper her family once she was born! As a result, when I turned around, there was a pile of dates, apples and pears on the kang…

Mrs. Li: “Wait a minute! Fu Niu’er, let grandma slow down. We have good things, but we have to take them out slowly!”

Li Jiayin: Hehehe

- Description from novelbuddy

On the day I went to the hospital for an abortion, I met my husband holding his ex-girlfriend. That woman was just suffering from menstrual pain, but he was taking great care of her and being very gentle.He said, “I never thought of marrying you, so please behave yourself.”He said, “You are just a scheming and fickle woman. How could you bear my child?”I sneered and decided to abandon him!After the divorce, that woman showed off their engagement ring to me. Then, I pointed at the man who had just walked into the hotel and said, “Let me introduce. This is my new boyfriend.”Since then, this tycoon, who was only temporarily working as a doctor out of boredom, somehow got a girlfriend who had come to him for an abortion.

I was transmigrated into a work I liked and finally came back.But after, I was dragged into an Academy Romance Novel, which I skipped over after only reading the prologue.There I found a half-broken possessors who regressed endlessly.

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.