The Indomitable Master of Elixirs - Chapter 7 - With a Beauty at Stake, We Must Definitely Save Him!

“Since you rescued Xi’er from endless despair, then absolutely, never leave my side.”

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“Assassin~ Mister~Sir~, I heard that you have some unspeakable relationship with that Miss Yuexia?”

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“Is it delicious? Today it’s all made according to your preferences.”

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This is a story of Meng Xin who wears a warehouse with Bounce to Bounce. This is a crazy world.

Here, Lao Yang has become a younger sister, and Otto has also become a younger sister, and the latter was picked up by the steel bar on the construction site and hit with a sap ugly new…

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Somehow, the protagonist Kim Jin possessed a rich pushover extra in a novel who was exploited by the villainess and then met their demise together.But there’s no way Kim Jin would let that happen! He immediately defeated the villainess and locked her away. After that, the only thing left was to steadily enjoy life in this world while investing and extracting profits using his knowledge.But why… the more he punished her, it seemed that the villainess he had captured began to cling to him too much?

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.”

Yu Zhengdu joined a small start-up company that claimed to offer “life management services”……as a programmer.