MTL - Flower Master in the City - Chapter 2893 Misty fairy is my wife

Demon pets, demon soldiers, and demon warriors.

In this bizarre world where everything can be a partner, Du Yu looked at Qian Zhihe with wings flapping in his palm, and couldn’t help falling into deep thought.

Did she just say…she is from the Golden Crow?

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Easy and funny, welcome to the pit.

The works “Nine Stars Poisonous Milk” and “The Lord of Nine Stars” have been completed, and you are welcome to read them.

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The hidden dragon stirred from its sleep, the fierce tiger descended the mountain! Ye Wudao, following his master's orders, crossed into the mortal world, his medical skills so advanced they could reverse fate, his divine magic alone dominating the universe. Whoever dared touch my dragon scales, regardless of their power or status, was met with instant death!

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.”

To Producers, the two of them couldn’t be more drastically different voice actors.