The Glorious Summoner - Chapter 85

Some cubs are not only well-behaved and sensible, but also obedient and promising, but they are not valued or favored.

The boss who broke out from the counterattack mission was forced to retire early and happily lived a comfortable life of raising cubs.

[Gloomy and withdrawn, a junior high school student who died saving someone who fell into the water – the actor’s father thinks that pampering children should start from an early age]
[A loveless scholar who divorces his wife—how can a mere slave talk about his wife]
【A Rebellious Adopted Son—On Inheritance】
[The female supporting role in the story of retiring marriage counterattack—the male lead, you will be able to touch my daughter’s heels in thirty years if you counterattack again]
[After the daughter and the prince made an engagement, the prince moved on – who said that the royal general would not dare to withdraw the engagement? 】
[The playful ex-husband of the heroine of the time-traveling novel—come and work for me. 】
[The virtuous fiancée that the scumbag wants to make up for after being reborn→Forget about harming my daughter for the rest of her life, and want to continue rambling after rebirth? 】
[The gambler father who only knows that he sucked blood from the actor’s son → what? The biggest investor in the crew is my dad? 】
It doesn’t matter if the child is not perfect, Dad will always love you.
Read the guide:
1. To determine the gender of negative characters based on the setting.
2. Involving ancient tactics and so on are all superficial, and various private settings refer to a hodgepodge of history.
3. Although the protagonist is a retired tycoon, he behaves mildly, and the role of raising cubs is the majority.

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Xie Hui ┃ Supporting role: Cub ┃ Others:

- Description from novelbuddy

Cheng Ling, the descendant of modern martial arts, traveled to the ancient times of war, and took his family to escape from the famine, farming, practicing medicine, and doing business…

Working hard for tomorrow, only to get a place to live in this strange era after the world is stable, to stand up with dignity, instead of kneeling and begging for life.

But who knew that disguising as a man was so successful that the new dynasty left her good name everywhere.

Young Master Hou’s Mansion: Young Master Cheng is very talented, and what he said casually was the rule of the world. I must recommend him to the prince.

Guozijian sacrifice wine: Cheng Xiaoyou has a splendid beauty in his chest, and the day when the imperial examination resumes, it must be the time when he will become famous. If he can’t win the top spot, the old man will slam into a pillar to tell the sky.

Miss Xiangfu: Cheng Shenyi is a prodigy, but he has a noble character and is not interested in fame and fortune. I respect him and love him, even if I have no relationship with him, I should ask the prince’s cousin to give him a birth.

Ten Miles of Spring Breeze Hua Kui Lady: Except for the three feet of snow on your body, who in the world is matched with white clothes? In that court, were they okay with you?

With a sigh, only remote mail.

…

And the prince, who was always mentioned in passing, intentionally or unintentionally, had already quietly raised his chin.

Prince: My brother, my confidant, what do you say?

Cheng Ling:  …

- Description from novelbuddy

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”