MTL - King of Gods - v4 Chapter 1546 Should be external

After being drunk, Lu Qing was unfortunately bound to the No. 537 live broadcast system and dressed as a cannon fodder in the Matthew Xianwen.
On the first night, I was with the most miserable female partner, Xianzun Yu Tang.
[The live room is instantly boiling]
[Excuse me, how does Lu Shen feel? 】
Lu Qing: It’s… quite bald, but not bad.
In order to change the mentally retarded plot and return to reality after reaching 3,000 in the live broadcast room, Lu Qing decided that she had to lick the watchers.
[The live broadcast is in progress, and the gifts are swiped! 】
[Let’s watch Tang Qing CP is sweet and sweet! 】
[Don’t pour glass slag into my mouth, otherwise the review will be deducted! 】
…
No, why is the style of this live studio getting more and more wrong!
after……
The male protagonist healed Yu Tang and became Lu Qing to suck out the poisonous blood from Yu Tang’s body.
The beauty was supposed to be held in the arms of the male protagonist, but instead Lu Qing was called into the room. The always cold person blushed, lowered her eyebrows and called her name: “Aqing.”
Live broadcast room: [Lu Shen is delighted to have won a sweet girl, and he is delighted! ! ! 】
——
Originally thought she had become a small cannon fodder, but overnight, Lu Qing turned into a saint of magic, and was instantly on the opposite side of Yu Tang.
Immortal sects of various factions: “Kill the devil to death!”
Rumor has it that Xianzun Yutang and the demon saintess fought fiercely for three days and three nights in Qianxue Grottoes because of a man, but they both lost and their lives were uncertain.
Zhongxianmen: “Xianzun has the world in his heart, and the demon girl is eager to kill the demon girl. It is true that I am honored by Xianmen!”
Inside the Qianxue Cave Palace
Lu Qing stared at the blushing woman. After a long time, he rolled his eyes and smiled innocently: “Xianzun, do you still like it?”
“Why are you always like this, don’t say such things again, deity-”
“Good, do you like me?”
“like.”

Reading guide: 1v1 double clean;
Cabbage and radishes have their own love, don’t be fierce if you don’t like it, I am also very fierce (Ouch!);
The heroine is a little weak in the early stage, and the fighting power in the later stage is explosive;

Search keywords: protagonist: Lu Qing, Yu Tang ┃ supporting role: pickled fish male protagonist ┃ others:
One sentence introduction: Are you in love, the kind of crazy lights in the whole live broadcast room
Concept: Only after setbacks can you see the six-color rainbow

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What is the bright side?

The boundless shadow void.

Compared with the power of light that represents the order of the universe, the power of shadow that interacts with it will make people involuntarily have negative associations.

The Old Gods, the Lords of the Void, and… the unavoidable loss of control.

Is the power of shadow really difficult to break away from the control of the ancient gods and cannot be truly mastered by mortals?

The traverser Andrea has a different opinion on this.

Accidental crossing, came in Azeroth’s most dangerous period of the ancient war.

Andrea, who was blessed by the moon god Elune, had many questions about this world she thought she was very familiar with.

“Moon God” Elune, is it really just the Moon God?

Since she is not the Titan star soul that people imagined, what kind of existence is Elune?

Why did Tyrande gain the strange power of the so-called dark side of the moon when she sacrificed to Elune in the future?

“When your heart is toward the light, the shadows are silently looking back at you.” ——by Andrea Moon Shadow

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In previous life, she was ignorant and naive. She was a “villain” owning a horrible reputation ever since childhood. She was framed by her friend, betrayed by her beloved, and ended up alone and died miserably. When she was reborn in the 1980s, she vowed to recognize the true nature of the people around her and work diligently. In this life, she would never let her younger sister die for her again. She will be an excellent female soldier, a pious daughter, and a qualified elder sister.Let's watch how she goes all in, saving her sister from great distress. She will turn the tide and lead her family through the reform and opening-up, striving for prosperity and a better life.

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.