My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion - Chapter 86 - 71 Must Concern

Newly crowned Film Emperor Feng Jing; good looks, good stature, good acting, good character. Except he has one unshakeable rule—any night show he stars in cannot go past 12 o’clock. The media, with ulterior motives, chases after this little crazy secret of his. Yet remaining unconcerned about how the outside world falls into turbulent times, Film Emperor Feng still stands tall and unmoved.

Jiang Ran recently felt that her dog has become somewhat strange. Ordinarily when she kisses, hugs, and raises her dog up high, her dog would always be especially happy and lovable. Now whenever she kisses, hugs, and raises her dog up high, however, her dog was horny…

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[Hokage + System + Invincible + Betrayal Village]

Also known as [Hokage: Ten-year-old Kaleidoscope, Betrayal Konoha at the beginning]

Through Naruto, I like to mention the super krypton gold system, as long as krypton gold can become stronger!

Uchiha Natsume, who has praised the lucky money for ten years, finally opened the [Kaleidoscope Writing Wheel Eye]!

Next, what about Flying Thunder God, Immortal Mode, Bamen Dunjia, Samsara Eye, Heavy Particle Mode… I want all of them!

From today, I will never be Konoha’s licking dog again!

Defeat Fuyue, fight Sarutobi, kill Danzo, betray Konoha… Whoever stands in my way and betrays the village will die!

Life and death are bearish, if you don’t agree, just do it!

My name is Uchiha Natsume, the new god of Shinobi!

Who is in favor?

Who is against it?

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【Let me laugh’s new book, you know what I mean, the quality is guaranteed!】 The Reincarnator Chu Ge was unfortunately bitten by a Black Cat, and because of this, was pulled into the Survival Arena. Upon entering the Survival Arena, humans would randomly transform into animals or plants to compete in life-and-death struggles, with the losers completely turning into animals and living in a daze in zoos forever! Bedrooms, parks, mountain peaks, boundless grasslands, azure seas, and magnificent atmospheres—all became arenas of competition! In the Survival Arena, Chu Ge became an African Lion! Lions fought tigers, dragons contested with pythons! Chu Ge said, “In the survival of the fittest, I must survive!”

“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.