MTL - I Was a Group Pet In 80 - Chapter 1487 arrangement 2

If you are good enough, why don’t you fly to the heavens, and rise side by side with the sun?

This is about a girl who played using a male character, carefully building up her strength, guarding her wallet to one day be able to sponsor her male idol.

This is the story of a group of mentally insane people.

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Tang Xiao had two wishes so far, the first wish is to sponsor Mu Cheng. The second wish was to help every enemy of Su Muzhe!

Female: Wife, I have died! When I die, hold me tight! That way, the ones who have come for revenge will know that we are a pair!

Male: … …

Everyone: Why aren’t you going to the heavens?!

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Everyday, when Tang Xiao sat at home, she would first, number 1: kiss kiss pat pat and stare contentedly at the collection of naked posters of her male idol Mu Cheng that she had pasted all over her home.

Secondly, she would play online games.

With her male ID, Tang Xiao would cause havoc and uproar all over the game by confessing to girls constantly everyday, murdering all the men and generally, harassing people in public.

Every single time, she raised havoc, a female ID named Su Muzhe would punch her and try to knock her to her senses.

Thus a marriage began between a male ID who had a girl behind it, and a female ID who had a man behind it.

While at the same time, Tang Xiao tried her very best to roll into the sheets of her male idol, not knowing that she was already associated with him in the 2D world.

This is the story of how Tang Xiao was shamelessly bribed by her male idol to marry his character with naked posters of himself, and how every time she announced she wanted to sleep with him, she was punched.

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The middle boss of the AAA-class game produced by the company. The villain who dies 999 times out of 1,000 times. Deculein.That person, was me now.“You’re going to die on almost every route.”Deculein, like all villains, inevitably dies.[First and foremost survival goal: Be what the game requires you to be]I’ll have to survive even if it means twisting my fate if I am destined to die.

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

The prostitute of the Feng family was actually reduced to living in a haunted house.

At first, everyone thought that she would cry, make trouble, and hang herself, but she was quiet every day, without making noise, and set up a fortune-telling stall to earn living expenses.

A few months later, everyone in the Feng family invited her back.

She smiled and shook her head. Going back to the Feng family, there are no female ghosts to do housework.

Behind him, Lord Wei, who is the master of the city, aggressively embraced his fiancée in his arms, “My wife is timid, don’t scare her.”

All the ghosts who were caught, “Are you talking nonsense?”

Just when everyone was waiting for Master Wei to cancel his marriage with his nominal fiancée, they actually waited for the news of their engagement.

Outside the nickname, Master Wei married Miss Feng’s family.

Impossible, Mr. Wei is ascetic, mysterious and low-key, never letting women come within one meter of him.

Master Wei was full of smiles, “Nian Nian, where do you want to go to catch ghosts tonight?”

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