The Reincarnated Villain Makes The Heroines Tearfully Beg for Forgiveness - Chapter 147

❉This article is in Orthopedics.

Xiao Nian came to Douluo Continent to become Tang Nian, and wanted to train Tang San to be a filial brother of twenty-four. As a result, the two looked at each other and got on.
Probably: Tang Nian: I will be my younger brother from now on, so treat me well.
Tang San: Yes.
A few years later.
Tang Nian: I like you, and I can see that you like me, so let’s be together.
Tang San: Yes.
Tang Nian: Now that we are together, those peach blossoms of yours should be gone. The younger sister is the younger sister, and the passers-by are passers-by.
Tang San: Yes.

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①cp: Tang San x Tang Nian. Lord accept, Tang San is attacking.
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Note: This article is orthopedics. If I don’t prostitute Tang San, what Douluo fans do I write about?
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Content tags: Past and present life, a match made in heaven, another world continent, sweet text
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Cheng Xi, a guileless psychiatrist with a heart of gold, who would do anything for her patients. Lu Chenzhou, a frigid businessman who refuses treatment for his emotional detachment.

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.

A fourth chance at life. The last chance.Zarek remembered when he first experienced the Godsfall Apocalypse. Those tears of red and sparkling rouge that split the skies, opening up one dangerous realm after another.That feeling of helplessness had been palpable, heavy... suffocating. It hung above his head like a guillotine, an edge graced by death's kiss...He grinned at it.One last ride, no Talents left on his stat screen, and nothing but a dull machete and his girl by his side. What was a better thrill than that?How could he possibly fail a fourth time?Unfortunately, there were others. Other Rebirthers. Some that might have been on their last attempt just like him, or some that still had more to give to this cruel world.None of it mattered, though. He had planned everything out meticulously, each life playing its own role.He would come out on top this time. How could he not?He was Zarek Ashborn.