MTL - Sweetest in the Universe - Chapter 76

What is my existence? What am I?Since his birth, Aldrian Aster had never been an ordinary human. One day, a screen appeared in his sight with a message:I’m tied to the universe.I’m tied to nature.All of this is my own karma.Why I am different is also my destiny.My domain encompasses all things.There is nothing that can escape my view.There is nothing that can escape my sense.There is nothing that can escape my will.As he read these words, Aldrian understood that this was part of his destiny.Abnormal cultivation?Rapid comprehension?Mastering everything?Creating techniques effortlessly?This was his journey towards discovering his 'true' self.

Xie Dongling is the youngest son of the Marquis of Kangding. For this brother who was hard-earned, his family loves him in every possible way, and he is naive and squeamish.
Accidentally fell into the water, and he traveled to the modern age, becoming Ran Dongling who looked like him, and inexplicably had a handsome and handsome husband.
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Qiu Ci has a fiancée that he has never met. To what extent, he has no news about his fiancée except for an old photo. He even suspects that there is no such person in this world. Business cooperation takes him as a deal.
After the cameo movie was finished, Qiu Ci received a call from his grandfather and told him that his fiancee was going back to China.
Is the fiancée real?
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A gossip suddenly spread on the Internet: The new actor Qiu Ci has been engaged.
Netizens eat melons:
“Oh shit, it’s nice to have the best actor in the front and a sweet wife in the back.”
Fans refute the rumor:
“Don’t cue my brother, I’m filming deep in the mountains.”
The client, Qiu Ci, was unaware of the storms on the Internet. He was watching a dog-blood mother-in-law drama with Ran Dongling at home, and he posted a public Weibo by the way.
That night’s Weibo was directly stuck on a white screen.
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In order to cultivate the relationship between the two, Grandpa Chou decided to let them participate in a couple variety show.
When doing a mission in a live broadcast, the mission was that they had to climb to the Marriage Temple on the top of the mountain before 12:00 noon. Before they had climbed one-third of the way, Ran Dongling screamed that he was tired, and he grabbed Qiu Ci’s schoolbag. Belt, I want Qiu Ci to carry him up the mountain.
The barrage in the live room scrolled wildly.
[Ha ha]
[Have no feet? ]
[The other teams have already climbed halfway up the mountain, you are tired from picking flowers for a long time? ]
But what they didn’t expect was that Qiu Ci, who has always been indifferent to people, actually changed his schoolbag to the front and squatted down in front of him.
[? ? ? ]
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Read the guide:
1. Background same-sex marriage
2. Have a child, the text does not have a child (have a pregnancy), and the extra is born
3. Shou is really really stupid
4. The word of hatred (qiu)
5. Read the first chapter in detail
Content tags: childbirth entertainment circle ancient wear today sweet text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Ran Dongling, Qiu Ci ┃ Supporting roles: Xiu Zhi’an, Chen Yao, etc. ┃ Others:

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【Exhilarating】【New Ultimate Path Plus Points】【Dry Humor】 The world plummets; who shall uphold the heavens? Demons spawn from earth and sky, the Taoist stands valiant and resolute. I am Yi Chen, ’Chen’ as in dust, styled Yi Chengzi, eighteen years old, fearful of violent evil spirits, fond of making money. With a cold heart and ruthless hands, he transmigrated to a bizarre world where goblins and malevolent spirits dwell, becoming the eldest senior brother of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, and as his master lay dying, he entrusted Yi Chengzi with the duty to uphold the path of benevolence and righteousness, to take good care of his younger Taoist brothers; he promised he would. However, his understanding of the path of benevolence and righteousness differed slightly from that of his master. What is benevolence? Slicing evil men and ghosts in half is benevolence. What is righteousness? Smashing the heads of evil men and ghosts into their chests completes righteousness. After his master’s death, unable to awaken ’spiritual essence’ for cultivation, he set upon an unorthodox path of cultivation with the help of the Golden Finger. Facing the wolves eager for a fight after his master’s demise, he struck with heavy fists, understanding the true essence of righteousness. Confronting the malevolent spirits that stood in his way, he naturally reformed them with the iron fists of love. He slew demons, exorcised evil, and tested his sword against various spiritual cultivators, enjoying the landscapes of the world. When he reached the summit and looked around, he was shocked to find that demons were but minor afflictions and that this land and sky were falling... A millennium-long scheme, an eternal enigma, slowly unveiled itself. Strange, it has arrived, and it does not die or perish. Witnessing this scene, Yi Chen laughed. Even the malevolent dogs passing by his Taoist abode had to endure a couple of slaps; how dare someone be so disrespectful to him? Yi Taoist stomped one foot and soared into the heavens! The onlookers exclaimed in shock, “Taoist, stop fighting, the great ’Dao’ is nearly worn away!”

“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.