MTL - The Strongest Hokage - Chapter 113 Rout

“I’ve really had enough of this damn place…”Li Muyang has transmigrated and become a demon sect’s outer sect disciple.The good news is that he has a system.The bad news is that this system can only play games.“Well, playing games is still better than nothing.”In the game, he is powerful and mysterious, causing the otherworldly fairies to be deeply mesmerized.Since it’s just a game, why not aim to collect all the characters?Until one day, the fairies from the game come looking for him.Li Muyang is shocked. How did a character from the game become reality?“Uh, Fairy… let me explain!”I was really just playing a game!

Below the nine setting suns lies the remains of the Golden Crows.By chance, a young man arrives in the world of Journey to the West, attaining enlightenment using the bodies of nine Golden Crows, leading to a different journey.Summary for this book: “Living in the Journey to the West, I started off by roasting nine Golden Crows.”Yet another summary is, “My days of collecting bodies in the Journey to the West. When it comes to body collection, no one's better than me. Three hundred years of professional body collection experience, skilled at cooking braised meat, and never adds sugar in it.”

"I hope my wife liked the arrangements... for the wedding night."

An Yin, a delicate beauty caught in a risky charade, pretends to date playboy Bo Cheng to escape her troubles—until she meets his brother, ​Bo Shaojin: the ruthless, untouchable CEO whose icy dominance rules both boardrooms and high society.Their first encounter crackles with sizzling tension. Shaojin’s piercing gaze lingers on An Yin, his brother’s “girlfriend,” as she trembles under his scrutiny. But when their paths collide again—her, half-dressed and panic-stricken in his bathroom; him, a storm of restraint and hunger—the line between duty and desire shatters.As An Yin’s fake relationship unravels, Shaojin’s ironclad control dissolves. Drunk on obsession, he corners her in a midnight confession, his hardened facade crumbling as he vows, “I won’t touch you…” But his hands whisper promises his words deny.