MTL - Pirates: Doflamingo Stands In the Sky - Chapter 83

[Leng Yan female president vs hidden boss disguised as a little milk dog~]

In the previous life, Lu Qingqiao, a legend in the business world, was plotted and died in disrepute, and hundreds of millions of properties were robbed.

After she came back from the rebirth, she made a sick and pitiful boyfriend: made a break with the scumbag fiancé, and kicked out the wolf’s ambitious cousin’s family…

Everyone thought that she was blown away by her little boyfriend, waiting for her to wake up and abandon her little boyfriend, but what she waited for was a handful of dog food.

Until one day, someone said that he was nothing but a face and was not worthy to stand with Lu Qingqiao. He sneered, and he decided not to pretend to be good today!

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In the big family in the capital, there is no first family Qin family that does not know the rich heritage, but I heard that the current family of the Qin family is weak and sickly, with a surly and tyrannical personality, and a sturdy appearance…

Now, the mysterious head of the family, who was recovering from illness, finally returned to Beijing. When everyone was looking forward to the Qin family banquet, they saw a familiar handsome man smiling surly: “Everyone, we meet again.”

Under the shock and fear of everyone, they said tremblingly: The rumors are really unbelievable!

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The male protagonist Qin Xun:

Everyone thinks that Qin Xun is for Lu Qingqiao’s family property, only he knows that he is from a candy, a bunch of roses, a firework… a little bit of heartbeat.

When he met Lu Qingqiao, he was willing to sink.

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The heroine Lu Qingqiao:

When I first met Mr. Qin, I thought it was a “little milk dog”, but it turned out to be a small milk dog during the day and a big bad wolf at night, Mr. Qin, you really are “on the outside (smelly) (no), not (want), one (face)” “!

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I watch him, his green eyes brimming with concern as he gently massages my scarred leg. The sensation is both soothing and a stark reminder of my own inadequacy. The once-feared Crimson General, a symbol of power and invincibility, is now nothing but a frail shadow of his former self. I’ve been abandoned, left to decay in this forsaken place, my family and comrades long forgotten. Darkness had become my only solace, and I had resigned myself to it.Then he arrived, a beacon of light in my endless night. His presence, his care—it’s more than I ever deserved. Yet, I find myself clinging to him with an intensity that borders on madness. I hate that I need him so desperately, that his every action and word have become my lifeline. It consumes me, a torment I can't escape.“You don't have to do this. Please, don’t do this. I’m nothing. You deserve better. Leave. Please,” I beg, my voice trembling with raw anguish, the very words tearing me apart.He continues his work, seemingly unaffected by my pleas.“Why are you here? Look at me! I’m nothing.”Desperation and anger swell within me, mixing into a maelstrom of anxiety. I can’t comprehend the emotions coursing through me.“You're my alpha, where else would I be?” he responds softly, his gaze unwavering, as if my pleas were mere background noise.My heart races, torn between overwhelming relief and paralyzing dread. In that moment, I realize the truth: you would have to tear him from my cold, lifeless arms. I’m never letting go.General Thorne, betrayed and broken, finds new life and love with Omega Noelle, who nurses him back to health. Their deepening bond reveals Thorne’s softer side, offering a chance at happiness. Unfortunately, Thorne’s past soon catches up with them, threatening their newfound peace.

I don’t want to die. I want to be free. To that end, I shall….reconcile myself to the fate of becoming a “monster”.

A strange disease that racks one’s entire body with intense never-ending pain, until the person slowly withers away and eventually dies. After a few years of braving through the pain, the boy is in no luxury to even feel despair. With nary a soul to tend to him, he breathes his last.

The next time he opened his eyes, the boy had become an “Undead” of the lowest rank through the power of an evil Necromancer.

The boy rejoices at having his earnest desire fulfilled, which is a body that will never feel pain. However, he realizes that he is still under someone’s control and how it was no different from when he was cooped up in the hospital ward.

But the world would not leave alone the boy who only wished for peace.

The Necromancer who revives the boy from the dead, names him “End” and attempts to gain control over him.

The Undead Knights, lay their lives on the line to persistently chase after and annihilate the beings of the darkness.

With countless monsters under their command, the Demon Lords rule over their own lands while they all contend for ultimate supremacy.

The motivation being survival and freedom. The requirements being caution and power.

This is the tale of the cowardly King of the Undead. In his pursuit for freedom, he heads into battle and turns tail at times. He knows when to fear his opponents and when to waver in his decisions.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”