Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 891 - How Could This Be_1

“What for? Isn't it enough to bully me like this, do you want to screw me too?”The woman was pressed up against Lin Tian.……“Ah... ah...”Being fucked in a car for the first time, and by a stranger at that, the woman felt an excitement she had never known before.Lin Tian felt the same, wishing he could fuck her for three days and nights nonstop....

There are a total of seven sins, and a revelation is made to a young man named Alex that he is destined to become a demon lord, more especially a demon lord of sin called LUST.

It's not like he can change that and because he always knew something about himself was different—not in a physical sense, well, maybe a little—and not in a mental sense—but rather because he is thrown into a demonic war that compels him to accept his new reality.

He was only aware of a difference in himself. Relating to him and the ladies who are drawn to him... Well, it was more or less like he was a magnet in front of all the girls, and all the girls were drawn to him like a metal.

“She was originally a demon. How could she be led evil after meeting a human like me? Those critics always say some ridiculous things.”

In 1798, during an interview with a reporter, Cardinal Ranchi was asked about his past with the exiled princess of the last descendant of the Demon Clan and the recent signs of the Demon Clan’s recovery. He said:

“I have made too many efforts to safeguard world peace. I am convinced that under her leadership, there will be no chance of the demons returning to the country.”

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In the winter of 1802, the demons successfully restored their country.

[Based on the above materials, please identify who is the main war criminal who led to the return of the demons, and explain why it is Lan Qi. (10 points)】

——Selected from “Classic Collection of Imperial History Unified Examination Questions”

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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.”