The First Dragon God - Chapter 100: Making Progress

Travel through the world of martial arts, get a god-level kidnapping system, and vow to be the number one kidnapper in the universe.

As long as you don’t want to tie it, there is nothing you can’t tie!

Guo Jing, your daughter has been kidnapped by Lao Tzu. If you don’t want me to do anything to her, you can exchange it with Jiuyin Zhenjing and Eighteen Palms of Subduing Dragon!

What, so obedient?

Then I’ll give you a grandson for free.

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Yang Guo, your aunt was kidnapped by Lao Tzu. If she knew the face, she would have cut up her own little penis!

What? Yin Zhiping, do you want to cut too?

Well, I will send you a dragon-slaying knife, cut iron like mud, and guarantee that there will be no pain!

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Duan Zhengchun, your wife and daughter have been tied up by Lao Tzu, hurry up and hand over all the martial arts secrets of Yi Yang Finger, Six Meridian Divine Sword, etc., and then kill yourself!

What? Want to have sex with your wives again before you die?

Fuck you, they have been scolded by Lao Tzu “Japanese…

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Cultivation destroyed, eyes poisoned blind and robbed of her status in the household?Luo Qingtong narrows her eyes and sneers, “Bring it on! Let me teach you a lesson!”A 24th Century Supreme Vision Master transmigrates to become the incapacitated genius daughter of the Marquis Household in a lower-class country.With a pair of powerful blood-red eyes armed with the ability to appraise treasures, see through things, heal, poison and break through defenses... She is invincible!A spirit and martial arts cultivator, an expert in weapons and medicine, a master in controlling beasts and deploying formations...She is the embodiment of the ultimate supremacy and unrivaled arrogance!Never does she expect to get involved with a person who is even more wicked than her. From then on, it becomes a game of I-run-you-catch. When you kill someone, I’ll hand you the knife.Together, let’s wreak havoc in the world!

Gu Qingcheng has a fiery temper and is a well-known little princess in Jiangcheng, and she has a good boyfriend who spoils her to the sky.

Only her boyfriend’s cousin, Huo Sicheng, opposed her everywhere, and the two were notoriously deadly rivals.

However, at the engagement banquet, when Gu Qingcheng regretted the marriage in public and announced that she was going to marry the disabled Huo Sicheng who was in a wheelchair, the jaws of all the guests dropped in shock.

Just when everyone thought that the couple would fight to the death in private, guessing that either one of them wanted to keep their husband widowed or the other wanted to keep their wife widowed, but the fact is…

“Husband, I’m stuck in traffic and come back a few minutes late. Open the door and let me in.” Gu Qingcheng knocked on the bedroom door with a pitiful expression.

“Sleeping in the living room.” Huo Shao’s indifferent voice came from the room.

“Honey, someone bullied me today.”

The person who bullied Gu Qingcheng disappeared the next day.

“Honey, they all say I’m so fierce.”

Huo Shao glanced at Gu Qingcheng, and opened his thin lips lightly: “They are talking nonsense, you are not fierce at all.”

From then on, Gu Qingcheng set fire to Huo Shao and handed firewood, Gu Qingcheng abused the scum and Huo Shao handed the knife, and the husband and wife worked together without getting tired.

Only Gu Qingcheng knew that before her rebirth, she was provoked and misunderstood by a scumbag to misunderstand Huo Sicheng. After her rebirth, she abused the scum and slapped him in the face, and loved Huo Sicheng with her life.

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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.”