Naruto: Talent Analyst - Chapter 120: Is Jiraiya the First Hokage?

You emphasized harmony your whole life and this is how you go…!’ The successor of the Spear Master Sect and his apprentice Hyuk Woon Seong were framed of learning a forbidden Demonic art and slayed.

A helpless and pitiful death by the hypocrites of the Orthodox sect.

The moment Woon Seong faced his death, the artifact of the Spear Master Sect emitted light and gave him a new life.

The life as Number 900, a trainee of the Demonic Cult!

The two identities, the Orthodox Sect and the Demonic Cult.

But his objective is one. Vengeance! Accepting his destiny and remembering his grudge, Woon Seong trains in martial arts and his time of revenge slowly comes closer….

Take over the Demonic Cult and punish the hypocrites of the Orthodox Sect! The revenge story of Number 900, Woon Seong growing in tasks of life and death.

Ling Lang is thirty-two years old and an A list movie star. He is also the youngest to become the king of the silver screen. Known for having a cold and aloof disposition, people nicknamed him king iceberg of the silver screen. His biggest secret? He is a masochist down to his very bones.

- Description from Novelupdates

Ruan is good at reading books.
Moreover, it is the white lotus fiancée of the heroine’s early dead father in the novel of the dog-blooded wealthy.
Ruan Hao: Is there such a good thing?
I wanted to raise a puppy and run away with money as an adult, but I accidentally found that the hostess table was full of books—
“Thirty-six Strategies for Wisdom Fighting Stepmothers”, “How to Get a Fox Spirit to Go Out of the House”, “One Hundred Ways to Straighten a Bent”
Ruan Hao: ? ? Did something weird get in there?
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Yan Ning grew up in the smoke of a wealthy family, and with the ability to make money, he was able to call the wind and the rain in the school. As a result, when he was seventeen, he was an orphan.
Her father also asked the vixen who wanted to kill her to fight for the family property to take care of her.
In the beginning, Yan Ning: Vixen, either you die or I live! Provoked me and didn’t end well!
Later, Yan Ning blocked the fox spirit at the door of the house and said the most cowardly words in the toughest tone: Be my girlfriend! I beg you!
Vixen Ruan Hao: … The way this book is opened is not right.

The age difference is six years old, no sweetness, no money
Acting school white cut black school tyrant x cute heartthrob president
-Where you are, I belong.

#This is an ordinary love story that everyone thinks the other party wants to kill you#
#Ruan Hao has no relationship with the heroine’s father#
#The protagonists are all adults when they are in love, no blood relationship and legal kinship#

Content Labels: Happy Enemy System Sweet Text Wearing Books
Search keywords: protagonists: Yan Ning, Ruan Hao
One-sentence introduction: The little wolf dog, the eternal god
Purpose: To carry forward the spirit of righteousness and courage, and build a harmonious society together

- Description from novelbuddy

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”