Transmigrated into a Parvenu’s Ex-wife in the ‘90s - Chapter 448: She was only this way in front of Feng Zeyu. (2)

I lived like any ordinary person when a stranger suddenly approached me, “You are… a hero.”

Can love find a second chance?

Mo Lixin had three medical operations in her previous life.

The first time, she gave birth to his child, but he thought it was some other man’s child. The second time, she had a coronary heart disease, but he never knew. The third time, she needed to replace her liver. but she never breathed again.

She laid down to rest, never to awake.

He remembers her sweet face in particular.

Only when death comes near does one realize a love lost through the seasons of time.

I realize that you are the source of my happiness. I have hurt you… caused you pain… in the next life, I hope to make up for my mistakes… I will guard your happiness… make you laugh… forever… I’m in love with you…

Given a second chance, Ji Nanfeng vowed to never let her suffer. He vowed, forever and always. For her, he’d trod through hell and fire to keep her safe.

- Description from Novelupdates

The spring fountain town of miracle that heals anything, Polka. In the hometown of memories, with my dear parents, there was a figure of a half-elf girl who swore to become my female slave.

Repeating such a memorable talk every time he drinks alcohol, 25 years old Andy Smeyson is a former blacksmith’s apprentice and an innocent crossbow soldier. Andy is surrounded by nice companions and competent and sexy bosses, which is different from what he had thought when he was a child, but this was a cozy life. When the half-elf girl suddenly appeared in front of him, he will jump into a furious destiny. Andy, who is weak but courageous​ and clever will meet a lot of different race ladies such as elves, half elves, dark elves, loli dwarves, dragon girls, beast girls and make them his female slaves one after another. The horny adventure started from a half elf girl who doesn’t stop liking him will eventually become a legend ──.

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.”