MTL - My Youth Began With Him - Chapter 4769 Extra number (eight)

[Ancient wear today] [Entertainment circle]

Yan Shu, the most mysterious Dayuan female general in history.

It was rumored that she had an ugly face, and she looked like a madman when she led the army to fight. Although she brought peace to Dayuan for a hundred years, she also passed away early due to the heavy killing.

Yan Shu, who woke up in the female artist’s body after a thousand years, saw this history:? ?

Yan Shu kept smiling, planning to be a qualified female artist first.

Live reality show, go.

After the black fans learned that Yan Shu was going to participate, they mobilized one after another, and the fans of other guests also exploded on the spot.

Yan Shu has poor character and poor professional ability, but also likes to pull people’s blood to hype, who can bear it!

Especially the fans of actor Sheng Hengyu, wish they could tear Yan Shu apart!

Although her elder brother licked thousands of dogs, Yan Shu dared to call herself Sheng Hengyu’s fiancée, and repeatedly confessed her love for Sheng Yingying in public!

Lively dog ​​skin plaster!

After Sheng Hengyu himself learned that Yan Shu was going to participate in the same show as him, he frowned unhappily.

For the first time, he personally sent a message to warn Yan Shu: Don’t let people know that we are engaged.

It was only after the message was sent that he realized that Yan Shu had blocked him.

Sheng Hengyu:!!

The Variety Show to the Countryside started, and as soon as the live broadcast room opened, black fans began to predict the direction of the show.

【Catching a chicken? Yan Shu probably will hold his nose and jump away, hehe. 】

[Mountain climbing? Yan Shu probably needs someone to lift her up after taking two steps. 】

[There are snakes?! Yan Shu probably will push people out as meat shields. 】

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Later, things gradually became outrageous…

Barrage Army: Who is this?!

- Description from novelbuddy

Thirty thousand years ago, the Heaven Fighting Race who called themselves “Gods” invaded the Spirit Realm. Hundreds of races rose up in resistance, but ultimately suffered a crushing defeat. The Human Race was the first to concede, and the rest of the Hundred Races soon followed in succession.

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”