this book include all the heroes and villlians which are losts a while ago and  we try to bring them back for you 
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Devin McCannon was just your average 28 year old guy. However, one day while reading his first ever owned Superman comic, everything changed...

Milton Graves grew up a happy child, at least for the first few years of his life. His parents, Todd and Lucy, were hard working but they spoiled Milton to no end. They loved him and he loved them and their days were filled with love, happiness, and prosperity. Milton was fortunate enough to spend a lot of time with his parents.
They shared with him their love of comic books and thus he was introduced to a whole other world. A world full of people and otherworldly beings with amazing and frightening abilities, skills, and gadgets. The happiness that came from having the comic books and sharing those worlds with Milton made Todd and Lucy the happiest they had ever been. However, the world isn't all sunshine and fucking rainbows.
Lucy had been diagnosed with a rare form of cancer around the time she had become pregnant with Milton. She had been asymptomatic for years, but the symptoms started to appear after a few years and her health went on a decline. Todd attempted to stay strong for Milton's sake and even looked at getting Milton more comic books to read.
Then, the time had come for Lucy to go. Milton was heartbroken, but Todd...
Todd was destroyed due to losing Lucy.
He drank bottles upon bottles but he never touched Milton. Milton was a smart kid and he knew that if he didn't fix his dad then he would lose him too.

"Dad, I need to talk to you."

Milton got his father's attention away from all the booze and TV.

"Hey sport, what's up?"

Milton took a deep breath and with all the air in his lungs he yelled with all the courage he could.

"Get up of your lazy ass and do something with your life you deadbeat piece of shit!!!!!"

Todd was taken aback by what his 8 year old son had said. The first thing that caught him off guard was that his young son had used such profanity and the second thing was that he had no idea how to respond to those words. He thought for a minute and came up with a response.

"Milton, where did you hear those words?"

Milton looked at his dad and without skipping a beat he replied with.

"Xbox Live."

Todd muttered under his breath, 'Those damn video games.' He then looked back at his son and asked what he had in mind on how to occupy his time.
Milton ran to the office and came back pushing a large box with some numbers written on the side. Todd saw the box and recalled what was in it, the start to his comic book collection.

"Well dad, since you love comic book why not open a store?"

Todd thought about the idea for a sec and realized that with all of the new games that had been surfacing in various game stores. He also knew that the nearest game store was about 600 miles away. The town they lived in had a decent sized population and there were a few other towns nearby that had moderate populations. So Todd put down his bottle, cleaned up his act and showed his son the idea for the gaming hub that would reach thousands.

Todd and Milton began looking for the perfect place to host their shop. After looking at a few different locations, they settled on a larger space that had many unsuccessful businesses. The landlord was hesitant to make a deal with Todd as the other businesses had been more common place and had failed to prosper so what hope did a game shop have. Luckily, Todd had been a businessman and convinced the landlord to let them stay for a year and if they failed then they would move out. 

Todd made sure to get all of his documentation in order and began to order their inventory and decorations. Within three months, Todd and Milton had successfully opened their store, the Graveyard. The Graveyard had a slow opening but as word spread of the game store people flocked to it from all over the county and even some from other counties. 

"Wow dad, we did it. People can enjoy all their hobbies and we can share our hobbies with other people."

Todd hadn't seen Milton smile so much since his wife had been alive but he knew that if it wasn't for Milton, he would never have been so lucky to have this dream come true. The piece de resistance for the store was a comic book that was put in a special shadow box for all to admire. The comic was old, almost 100 years old, but it was the most expensive item in the store because of how rare it was. Many customers had offered to buy the comic but Todd had all turned them down.

Milton was told long ago, "No matter what happens Milton, promise me you won't ever sell that comic. It's very important to me and one day it will be yours. That comic is the only one of its kind."

Milton never forget those words as a kid and he remembered them into his teens. The popularity of the Graveyard also grew as Milton had and he soon felt the effects of it on the town. The last name Graves was well known throughout the town, the county and even the state. People had poured so much money and time into the Graveyard that many businesses even paid Todd to advertise some of the businesses in the shop. 

Todd, being the businessman that he was, couldn't say no and this allowed for more funding to be brought into the Graveyard which allowed for events, like MtG tournaments and charity events, to take place. Milton also became popular in the store because puberty had hit him pretty hard. He had always been on the taller side as well as being built like a twig but his love of comic books inspired him to be look like a super hero. He started training intensely and he grew taller, by his senior year of high school he was 6'5" and around 240 lbs. 

"Hey Milton, are you gonna stay after school and play some rugby on the pitch?"

"Nah, not today. I gotta go help out at the Graveyard."

"Alright, catch ya later Tombstone."

Tombstone, the ever so popular nickname that the students had given Milton due to his association with the Graveyard and his size. Milton had become well liked by his peers and he had learned about business from helping his dad run the store. The store had been expanded three times and almost covered an acre of land. Milton had become somewhat of a poster boy for the store and had even dressed up as some superheroes for kids birthday parties. He had never mind it because he knew that he was spreading joy and laughter to those around him.

While Milton had been an athlete and got good grades in school, he always knew that he wanted to help his dad run the store full time. The store was successful but it had a few issues. The store was in a very prime location to build a large business office on and many CEOs had come to Todd and offered him large sums of money to buy the store and all the land it came with. However, Todd made a promise to himself, Milton and his deceased wife that he would never sell the store to anyone. Milton had taken the same oath and swore upon his mother's grave that he would never sell the store. However, there was another issue with the store in the form of a comic book. 

Actually, it was the comic book. That rare comic book had been discovered a plethora of collectors who wanted it and tried many different ways to get it. Todd has poured a lot of many just to protect it and collectors had stopped for awhile but he knew one day that they would try to get it. The last issue was a man named Stick. Stick had gone to pawn shops and several book stores to buy comic books and then try to flip them at the Graveyard. However, Todd and Milton knew if a comic book was worth any money and Stick would always complain about how unfair they were. Stick was a notorious drug addict and he always tried to make enough money for his next fix.
A/N: Sorry for using this troupe but you know the story goes.
One day Stick was over all the bullshit that Todd and Milton had put him through and he decided enough was enough. He came in one day with a stack of comics and what looked like a game books. 

"What can I help you with this time Stick?"

"Oh nothing much, say did I ever tell you how I got my nickname?"

"No, I don't thin-"


Todd made the classic comic book mistake of never reading between the lines as Stick had stuck Todd with a butterfly knife. Milton wasn't at the store yet as he was on his way from school. As Stick hopped the counter to break into the cash register he heard the door chime.

'Ding ding'

"Hey dad, I'm here. Did we get that new pack of Yugioh cards yet?"

Milton then saw the scene that was ripped straight from the comics he loved. His father was lying on the floor bleeding out and Stick was trying to open the register. Then, all Milton saw was red and sprinted towards the register. His massive hand went for Stick's throat and Milton pulled him over the counter.

"You sick fucking little piece of shit. What did you do to my dad?!"

"H-hi M-milton, I-i was just trying to sell some comics."

"Don't play that bullshit with me. If he doesn't make it through this, then you're gonna change your name to Thomas Wayne."

Milton let the druggy go and called 911. While Milton was trying to save his dad, Stick ran out the back, down the side alley and was never heard from again. Sadly, Todd succumbed to his wound at the hospital and the whole town closed down to mourn the loss of the man who had strengthened their community. The landlord cut a deal with Milton that the rent would be taken care of and the other store owners in the town had actually pitched in to help support the store. Milton had been offered a free ride by many colleges for his academics and athletics but he turned them all down so he could run the Graveyard.

7 years later...

Milton had graduated high school and took over the Graveyard. It certainly hadn't died in popularity and while the customer base had changed a bit it was still a hangout for many comic book lovers.

"Harley Quinn is the best supervillain in Batman's rogues."

"Bitch please, Catwoman is the best. She would easily beat Harley Quinn."

Both of the young boys, Julius and Thomas ran to Milton in order to settle their argument.

"Milton, who's better Catwoman or Harley Quinn?"

"Well boys, its actually a suggestive question. It's really a matter of who you think is better. Plus other people's opinions about your favorite things don't mean shit."

"Wow."

"But you're both wrong, Poison Ivy is the best."

Before both boys had the chance to argue, Milton pointed to the live sized cardboard cut out of Pamela Isley aka Poison Ivy. The boys looked at each other and found the owners logic quite sound. 
'Oh the naivety of children, how I miss it.'

Milton had managed to stay strong and persevere in maintaining the Graveyard for the past 7 years on his own. He hadn't hired any employees because he found it hard to trust people and he wanted to maintain his father's legacy. He had put on weight since he had graduated and taken over the story but he was still plenty strong. However, there was someone watching the store. Watching and waiting for the perfect moment.

Later that night...

Milton was closing up the Graveyard for the night when the door chime went off.

'Ding ding'

"Sorry, we're closing up for the night."

"You can't even stay open for an old friend?"

'That voice, it can't be.'

"Stick, you finally showed your little rat ass back here."

When Milton turned around to face the murderer something caught his eye. A glass bottle with a rag sticking out of it in one hand and a lighter in the other.

"Stick, put that fucking bottle down now or I will break your neck."

"C'mon Milton, you think I didn't learn anything from all those comic books? Whenever the parent dies, always make sure to kill the kid so they can't take revenge."

While Milton didn't look athletic anymore, he was plenty fast and he rushed Stick. However, Stick was smart and flicked his lighter. The next thing that was seen was the glass bottle with a flaming rag go up in the air and Milton slamming Stick into the ground. It all happened so quickly but Milton was strangling Stick with his bare hands as the bottle fell to the ground. When Stick's breath finally stopped, Milton was too late as the bottle hit the ground and the store started to burn. The fire extinguisher was in the back room and by the time Milton had gotten it, the fire was far too big to extinguish. The only thing he could think of was the comic. Milton scrambled to get his drill and remove the shadow box from the wall. 

When the comic was finally free, Milton turned towards the door but the fire had gotten so crazy that there was no escaping through the front doors. Milton ran towards the back door but he forget that he had already locked it. The only Milton could do was go to the ground in the fetal position and clutch the shadowbox waiting for the smoke and fire to end him. For a second, he felt the burn of the fire on his skin and smoke in his lungs and then everything faded to black.

The Graveyard had burned down in the night and when morning came, the town could only see the horror that had befell the store. Stick's body was recovered, tagged and put into a grave but the remains of the Graveyard had been cleared and the lot had become a memorial to Milton and his parents. The town had gone silent and it slowly began to fade off the map. Although the town slowly began to die, the memorial still stood to honor the Graves and what they had done.

Somewhere else...

Milton suddenly awoke in an alley surrounded by old cardboard boxes and trash. He still had the shadow box albeit a little damaged from the smoke and fire. He tried to get a bearing on his surroundings but a loud crash had broken him out of it. He ran towards the noise even though he knew that was a fucking terrible idea and he saw something he never thought he'd ever see in his life.

He saw...

Milton Graves grew up in his dad's comic book store and eventually took it over. After a fire burned his shop to the ground and smoked him out, Milton awoke to find himself in the middle of the street. Before he could even think, two beautiful women with emerald skin were fighting. He recognized as comic book characters, but they were from different companies. How is this possible?

The comic "assassin" had already passed 100 issues, it was at the 100th issue, that the decision of the live-action movie adaption was made. And at that time, they even hosted a lively ceremonial party. The penguin company has been looking forward to the future of assassin, and its popularity has also been growing steadily.
However, Zhou Yu suddenly decided to stop drawing the comic "assassin", this was undoubtedly a big thunderbolt from the blue, scared Liu Gongcai almost unable to stand steadily. He hurriedly called Zhou Fu to confirm the authenticity of the information. If this was a belated April fool's joke, then... How nice that would be!
"Old Zhou, what is the matter? When did he tell you that he would stop releasing the comic "assassin"? Why didn't you give me any heads-up?"
On the other end of the phone line, Zhou Fu was also a bit anxious, "he just said it today, but I also don't know what's wrong with him. When I saw him early in the morning, he just said very lightly, that he was going to stop releasing the comic assassin, and he wanted me to tell you. I also want to ask you, did someone offend him or something? Why does he want to stop releasing it all of sudden? Will it affect the live-action movie? I am very confused. Xiaobao is still shooting the movie. Normally, he would not do something like this..."
The comic "assassin" also brought Zhou Yu a lot of profits, especially the film, from which he also received a great deal of money, so Zhou Fu was also very concerned about this. Especially when the underground city project had already started planning, and it needed a lot of money, it was natural that he did not want anything to go wrong.
Liu Gongcai thought carefully, but he also could not figure out why Zhou Yu wanted to do this all of sudden. And who would offend him? People would not even dare to complain about anything when the request of asking him to make the movie theme song was rejected by him.
As for Zhou Yu's strange temperament, who knows what he was thinking.
"Old Zhou, you talk to him first, I'll be there soon!"
Hurriedly, Liu Gongcai explained the situation to the upper management, and then rushed to Luhua village.
In the amusement park, Zhou Yu was walking with his chicken leisurely by the pond. Following closely after him and imitating how Zhou Yu walked, the mighty Diandian was like his loyal minion, from time to time, it would run into the water to catch a small fish, it made people wonder if Diandian was really a chicken or not.
Being a famous star in the Colosseum, its imposing manner was naturally very extraordinary.
It was just that right now the colosseum was not the most important thing, the most important was the comic. No one knew what was wrong with Zhou Yu, and why he had to axe a comic series that was very popular at the moment. It was very hard for a comic series to be adopted into a movie, and now it was a great time to promote the comic series. What he did was clearly self-destructive.
They had already told him the impact and the consequences of this decision many times, however, Zhou Yu only replied impatiently "Impermanence's enemies have already been found, and the main plot has come to the final chapter. This is the normal ending of 'Assassin'. What's the point of dragging the story? It will be too awkward to scrape together another villain."
Impermanence was the protagonist of the assassin. In every mission, he would dress up as Black and White Impermanence. When he was the White Impermanence, he would bestow fortune to people and leave survivors, when he was the Black Impermanence, he would seek justice and punish the evil, leave no survivors. When people see the Black Impermanence, it means that their lives have come to an end.
And as the most important plot of the storyline, which was the massacre of the impermanence's family, Zhou Yu noticed that the real murderer had been found in the latest chapters, what was left was the final fight on the Heart lodge island in the final chapter. After this chapter, the assassin would be considered as a complete story, and it was actually not a bad ending at all.
Of course, Zhou Yu could also make new enemies keep popping up like other popular comics to drag the series longer, but for Zhou Yu, it would become meaningless. It would become a commercial comic, meaning that the author just drew the manga for the sake of money.
Originally, Liu Gongcai was still very worried, but after he thought about what Zhou Yu said, he could not help but ask, "what did you say? The enemies of The impermanence have been found? It can't be. Isn't the latest chapter just revealed the discovery of something bigger behind the massacre?"
Liu Gongcai was the editor of "Assassin", so naturally, he was very clear about its story progress, the so-called the fight in the Heart lodge island, he had never heard of it, the enemy had also not even appeared, so why was he talking about the final chapter?
"Ah, oops, I have a stockpile of the chapters that have not been released. The story in the currently released chapters, indeed, has not come to that part of the story."
Indeed, the speed of the comic studio was very fast, even after hiring the fast-hand Wang and it started to produce much higher quality of comic, the studio could still maintain the speed of releasing one chapter in three or four days, so if Zhou Yu had some more chapters available, he basically stored in the computer, and he would only send to Liu Gongcai every other week.
If he calculated it correctly, there were more than a hundred chapters left on the computer.
Hearing that there were actually more than a hundred chapters left, Liu Gongcai heaved a sigh of relief. These chapters should last a year or so and it would not affect the live-action movie. It was just that such a big hit comic series, it was really a shame to end it within 200 chapters. Liu Gongcai, of course, wanted to persuade Zhou Yu not to give it up so quickly. If he continued to produce more chapters, it would become more popular.
"Is it because Mr. Wang lost inspiration? It doesn't matter, since we still have so many chapters, he can have a good rest. We, the penguin company can arrange a trip or something for him, whether it's the domestic or the overseas tour, we will pay for it."
Liu Gongcai's intention was very clear. He wanted to find out the real identity of the fast-handed Wang. It would be much better if they could establish a closer relationship with him during this trip.
Unfortunately, in fact, the fast-handed Wang was currently standing in front of him, but he would never be able to see him.
"You've lost your inspiration! The old man, I have just eaten the fruit of creativity. How dare you curse me at the time when my ideas are gushing out like spring?"
Angry, the fast-handed Wang was waving his sword, hacking, poking and stabbing Liu Gongcai on top of his head, however, Liu Gongcai could not feel anything.
Zhou Yu refused directly, "that's the decision that was made by the fast-handed Wang himself, there is no need to persuade me. There's no need to drag the story longer when it comes to the end. He's currently thinking of a better story, it is definitely going to be much better than the assassin."
The studio has been upgraded and was currently working on the outline of the new work. Based on the experience of the animation base, the upgraded studio would definitely be able to produce a comic that was higher than the tier-3 comics. Coupled with the help of the fruit of creativity, Zhou Yu was very looking forward to this new work.
However, Liu Gongcai did not know about this. The assassin's reputation was gathered over a long period of time, and the Penguin company has invested countless ads in it. It would be a waste to end within a year when they have just started making a profit.
Besides, no one knew if the next comic book would still be that good, and many famous comic artists only had one good comic, and then they would disappear from the public view.
Unfortunately, no one could change Zhou Yu's mind after he made the decision.
Liu Gongcai could only leave the amusement park with disappointment, but in disappointment, he still had hope, maybe the next work of the fast-handed Wang would be really very good.


Zhou Yu, a reclusive otaku, who did not like to go out of his house, was one day forced out of his house by a series of unexpected events.
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Since the old woman was in the hospital for her treatment, she rented the whole room to the agent. The agent, who was around thirty, was not a local, and following the company's requirement, he wore a white formal shirt every day. He was polite and kind.
However, that was hiding a broken man. He was an unlucky man. No matter what he did, he would fail for some reason. Other than that, weird things kept happening to him like having nightmares that his wife had been chopped up and shoved into drawers. It would haunt him for the whole night, and then he woke up in the morning, realizing he did not even have a girlfriend.
When he left home, the sun was shining, but the moment he stepped out, it started to pour. His shirt was soaked, and he decided to stop at the nearby shop to have breakfast. After breakfast, he realized that he had left his wallet at home. This meant that he could not call for a taxi. He walked to the company and was scolded by his boss for being late. He lost the client because he was late to the appointment, and when he returned home, he realized that a burglar had broken into his home.
Such a day of tragedy was an everyday occurrence for the man. However, compared to these things, the real despairing event was the realization that his own house was haunted!
He stayed in the old house alone, and whenever he wanted to relax at night by watching the television, before the punchline, someone would laugh behind him. There were many similar things. In the middle of his shower, someone would pass him the shampoo, and when he was trapped on the toilet without paper, the toilet paper would roll in on its own.
He had once been a firm non-believer, but the many things he had experienced inside the house changed his worldview. To prove that he did not suffer from a mental illness, he bought a camera and started to record his own home. One week later, he realized that there was indeed a ghost inside the home, and it was hiding inside the drawers!
The agent used wooden planks to seal up all the drawers and dressers, and the ghost stopped appearing. However, his bad luck seemed to worsen. About one month later, he was fired from his job, and on his way home, he died in a car accident.
After he died, the agent realized that a malicious ghost had been following him, and it was the spirits inside the home who had been helping him. After he sealed up the drawers and dressers, the malicious ghost had stopped being affected by the spirits, and it eventually took the agent's life.
The main character of the fourth story was the old landlady. The tenants who rented her place had all died from accidents. Her heart was wrought by guilt, thinking this was all her fault. Slowly, the old lady's mind twisted. She had this feeling her own son and the two tenants had not left the room and had stayed to accompany her.
She asked the neighbors, but those who knew about the home's past gave her a wide berth. They thought that she was a tragic woman. Some even moved away like the old lady would curse them. The tenants in the building slowly decreased, and the old lady retreated into herself.
Slowly, there were rumors that the old residential area was haunted, and the old lady was equated to the source of these stories. Everyone stayed away from her, and no one wanted to interact with her.
This went on for a long time until the old lady met a poor artist under the bridge. The man's face was wounded like he had just been in a physical altercation. The old woman pitied him and asked the artist to draw a portrait of her dead son.
Initially, she just wanted to find a reason to give the artist some money so that he could eat, but the finished portrait was not just similar to her son—he managed to capture his presence, aura, and gaze. The old lady treasured the portrait and hung it in her house.
To her surprise, there was someone who came to ask her about the rental the next day, and the newest tenant was the artist. The artist was surprised that the landlord was the old lady. He went through the old residential area and found the cheapest room.
Life was constructed by many coincidences. The artist found his first fan in his life, and the old woman found someone who was not afraid of her and wished to talk to her. The artist became the home's latest tenant. The old lady took the rental from him in a symbolic manner. She treated the artist like her own son, and her favorite thing to do was talk about his dreams and wishes.
One month later, the old lady found something weird about the artist. He would converse with his drawings, and every night at midnight, there would be weird noises coming from his room.
During the third month, the old lady finally followed her curiosity and sneaked into his room when the artist was out. In the end, inside the artist's drawer, she found a homemade comic made from a sketchbook. It had four stories.
The creepy drawing style and scary stories brought the characters to life, and the most surprising detail was that the first three stories matched the old lady's son, the English teacher, and real estate agent perfectly.
The more she read, the more afraid she became. Then she turned to the fourth story. To her surprise, she was the main character of the story, and it was telling the events that happened after she met the artist. The fourth story ended there, and it was the last story.
The fifth story was very short—it felt more like an epilogue. The main character was a comic artist. He did not look extraordinary. He was just like a normal middle-aged man.
The comic introduced his daily life. He woke up at 5:20 am and gave himself a pep-talk in the mirror. Then he started working. He would work until 8:20 am. He arranged his draft and personally went to Jiujiang's local publisher to recommend his story to the editor.
Alas, a month's hard work was denied in less than fifteen minutes. He left the office like a walking dead. He held the draft and sat by the road. He looked at the cars that zoomed past him and only returned home when the sky was dark.
He walked through the busy city and into the darkened staircase. He pushed the door open to Room 304.
The warm light fell on his body. The landlady cooked him dinner and said that she had seen the painting that he drew that morning. She told him it was a masterpiece. The artist could not remember how many times he had been rejected already. He apologized to the old lady and promised he would not pick up the paint brush again.
He hid himself in his room and locked the door. Hugging his knees, he curled up in the corner of the room. He looked at the drawer full of rejection letters and buried his head in his chest.
He had failed once more. He crumbled the rejected script into a ball and tossed it inside the dustbin. He kept complaining, saying that he had no talent, and decided to give up everything. He would jump from the building before he continued drawing. He talked to himself until midnight, and the tired artist fell asleep on the mat.
The lights in the room flickered before going out completely.
The draft in the trashcan floated out on its own, and it flattened itself out. It was placed carefully into the box under the bookshelf, and the table was carefully arranged to a tidy state.
The last panel of the comic was black and white. In the small room, the artist was already asleep, but there were several 'people' floating around him.
The first was a thin man; he used his remaining right hand to cover the artist with a blanket, grumbling how worrisome the man was. Beside him was a woman whose body seemed like it was going to collapse anytime soon. The woman's beautiful face was locked in a deep frown. She carefully taped the torn drafts together.
On the other side of the table was a man in a black shirt. He was using a pen to correct and edit the comic artist's draft.
The night passed by just like that. At 5:20 am the next morning, the alarm rang punctually, and the comic artist woke up from his dream. He turned off the alarm and looked at himself in the mirror. He smiled and gave him the daily pep talk. "A new day has begun. Give it your best shot! At least you're alive. One day you'll make it!"


The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. 
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

It was very quiet in the car. So quiet that Tang Shi seemed to be in a trance, looking a little distracted as he stared at Gu Qingcheng's pretty face.
...
He was three years older than she was. Like a pint-sized little man, he was strutting around in a suit while she, dressed in a pink princess outfit, was learning how to walk in the front yard of the Gu family home.
When the servant who was minding her stepped aside for a moment, she waddled slowly toward the fence that separated the two families' homes.
Since she had just started learning how to walk, her steps were still unsteady. After a couple of steps, she lost her balance and stumbled, falling onto the ground. Unfazed by the dirty ground, she crawled on her hands and knees instead.
Because the gaps in the fence that separated the two families' homes were a bit wide, the one-year-old Gu Qingcheng easily squeezed through one of them and ended up in the yard of the Tang family home.
At four years old, he had already built up a large vocabulary and was, at that time, very interested in comic books. Sitting like an adult, with his knees crossed, he was happily reading his comic book when he suddenly felt weight being applied to his upper leg. Frowning, he raised his head from his book and saw a grubby little girl hugging his leg, using it to haul herself upright. She then took tiny steps toward him, her innocent, bright eyes wide open, looking with interest at the comic book in his hands.
Although he was only four, he had already cultivated a strong affinity for cleanliness that drove many around him crazy. When he noticed that her pretty little dress, her pristine white socks, and her chubby little face were all smeared with dirt, he frowned immediately and, without hesitation, pulled his leg away from her grasp, put his book down on the table, and used a piece of tissue to wipe his pants off.
Perhaps because he had pulled away from her grasp aggressively and without any warning, she lost her balance and fell down. Despite that, she didn't cry, but turned around and crawled back toward the table, using it as a support to stand up again, without making a sound. Then she reached out to grab at the comic book that he had placed on the table.
He had just gotten to the most interesting part of the book, and suddenly this little girl's grubby hands were reaching for his book. Immediately, he yelled, "Yuck," and, in one swift motion, moved the book away from her grasp.
Although she was only one, she could already understand a wide range of words and could also utter a few simple ones. She had probably understood "Yuck" to mean something bad, because she pouted instantly and looked at him, slightly annoyed.
Well, he had no time for that grubby little brat. Picking up his book, he decided, without another thought, to walk back home. However, just as he stood up, she reached out suddenly and pulled the comic book in his hands away smoothly and quickly.
He turned around, prepared to snatch it back from her.
Maybe because she'd expected him to want to snatch it back or perhaps because she knew that she couldn't possibly win that tug-of-war, she took his comic book in her chubby little hands and ripped it in half.


“Honey, I have stomach problems. Time off please!” “Honey, I think I’ve caught the flu bug. Time off please!” “Honey, I’m going to friend’s place today to keep her company. Time off please!” Before they were married, Gu Qingcheng had continuously schemed to push Tang Shi away. Now, after they were married, Gu Qingcheng would come up with excuses to keep Tang Shi away from her at night. However, the reality was that the seemingly flawless excuses that she concocted were always easily resolved by Tang Shi. “Honey, I’m in the Maldives. Take care at home tonight!” Since she could not avoid him, she had decided to run away~~did she have the audacity to give herself a break? Tang Shi thought long and hard before giving his assistant a couple of instructions. At midnight that night, there was a rapping on the hotel door and, through the door, Gu Qingcheng heard Tang Shi’s voice calling softly, “Honey,, open the door.”



I left the university with Maybach Exelero. I love cars and bikes a lot. 

Collecting a different type of car became my hobby. 

when I arrived at my home. I saw my elder brother who was coming from his office. 

my brother saw me and asked, "oh, my sister is so happy . I think, again you have collapsed a good relation ". 

 I laughed and said, " it is not a good relation, brother ." 

" you only know which is good and which is a bad relationship." He mimicked. 

my brother continued "I am sure it will happen for you too." 

" Don't worry brother. I won't be in any relationship in the present or the future. if you want any girl. I can fix it for you ." 

 my brother confessed " No need. you will again spoil my relation and again I will be in the out of the mood. so, I don't need any girl. " 

".." 

I didn't give my response. 

when we entered. I saw my stepmother 

my stepmother asked me and my brother " how was your day ?" 

"It was fine." I gave my reply. 

After replying, I went to my room. 

Don't think that my real mom is dead. She is alive. She is staying with her lover. 

Because of my father( Ian), my mom( Maeve ) left us. 

 My father loves my mom so much from his childhood until now. Ya! they were childhood friends. But my mom doesn't love him but my aunt ( Hazel) loves Ian a lot. My father knows that my mother didn't like him because she likes someone. 

Importantly my father was so selfish when it comes to love. 

 when he came to know that she loves someone. 

My father made him stay away from my mom and tell him to say my mom that he doesn't like Maeve. 

So, my mom gradually forgot that person and she married my father. 

When I was 2 years old, somehow my mom came to know the reason why he left my mom. And the important point is that My aunt is the reason how my mom came to know 'why he left my mom'. 

But I don't hate my aunt to break my father and mother relationship because I know all the people will be selfish when it comes to the so-called love ... 

My mom and my father had many fights after fights from that day onwards. From that day, the house was not as happy and peaceful as before. 

My mom petitions for a divorce but my father doesn't want to give divorce. 

 After two years, my father gave divorce as he found my mom was not happy with him and he wants my mom to be happy. 

After that year, my father couldn't able to forget her. when I was 5 years old, my father remarried my aunt ( my mom's twin sister ) .. so, my stepmother is my aunt. she didn't hate me and my brother like other stepmothers do. but she loves us like her children. My father and stepmother had a daughter. Probably, now, she could be 15 years old. 

She hates me a lot. she is the opposite of her mother. She uses to fight with me for small things. 

I use to forgive her as she was young. 

I opened my bag to complete my homework. 

After I completed my annoying homework. I went downstairs. My aunt said " come for dinner. " 

" I will eat in my room, aunt." my aunt nodded for my statement. 

before I walk inside. my aunt asked me " tomorrow is Saturday. can we go shopping ?." I replied " ok. But can we go on Sunday as I have some important works?" we both spend very little time even if we are inside the same four walls. 

she said " ok " 

 If my stepsister was there for dinner with us the house could be two half. She doesn't like her mom to talk with me. Most of the problem is created by my step sister. so, my aunt made her stay in the residential school 

So, the house can be a little free from those problems. 

 I came to my room and had my dinner in the room. I started to work on my comic. I love drawing. So I started my own company when I was 15 or 16 years old, there is a reason to create my company at a very young age. 

As I used to help my brother and father in their work so I know a little bit about how to manage the company. I use my professional name ' Lisa' for the business. 

 I don't like to be a public figure. 

 my comic book becomes more famous day by day. As my comic becoming famous. 

I started to expand the company not only in the comic industry but also in the media industry. 

My company reached the top 10 companies in the entertainment industry within a few months. My company is two years old by now. Within these two years, my company rose to a level. Surely, I have to thank my comic which helped me a lot in the development of the company. 

If the comic was not created then till now my company could be nameless. 

In my family, no one knows about it. Only my secretary and my friend know my real identity. 

after completed my work. I saw the time it was 11 o'clock. I hate sleeping early. so I went out for a ride on my bike. I opened my room window and looked at my surroundings and got down slowly without making any noise. 

After a short period, I came back home through the window. 

who created these rules? 

I should curse my grandpa who created these many stupid rules. 

There are so my rules for women in my family. If they know that I went out late, They will lock me for a week. I saw the time it was at 2 o'clock. It is the perfect time to get sleep ......

" EVEN IF YOU ARE MARRIED TO ANOTHER MAN. 
EVEN IF YOU GAVE BIRTH TO ANOTHER MAN'S CHILD.
I DON'T CARE.  EVEN ANYTHING COMES IN BETWEEN OUR LIFE AND DISTURB US. I  DON'T CARE. I WILL JUST DESTROY IT WHOEVER MAY BE IT. WHO DESTROY OUR HAPPINESS WILL MEET THE HELL.
YOU ARE MEANT TO BE MINE, BABYGIRL. AND I MEANT TO BE YOURS." he roared as he looked at his baby girl whose hands were handcuffed and was locked in the cage.

" L-leave me. I j-just don't know who are you." the woman sobbed.

"DON'T KNOW WHO AM I. YOU FORGOT OUR TWO YEARS LOVE. YOU MADE ME SEARCH FOR YOU FOR FOUR YEARS LIKE A PSYCHO. YOU STILL DON'T KNOW WHO AM I " he roared as he pushed everything to the ground. 

He stopped and looked at his baby girl who got scared by his action. He relaxed and bend down and caressed her. " HEREAFTER WE CAN LIVE OUR LIFE TOGETHER. I KILLED EVERYONE WHO PLANNED TO DESTROY OUR HAPPINESS. IT'S JUST YOU AND ME" He spoke as softly as he could. But she avoids him and his touch. Before he lost his temper. He went out of the cage.
______

Alex Walter,
A ruthless monster, who is hungry for power. No fear for anyone. Even he is not fear of his own death. He is the king of the underground world.  He is a womanizer. But just use them once and throw them out.
Suddenly she appeared in front of him, taking his breath, making his metal heart to beat again and filling his heart with warmth. The moment she appeared, making him get trapped in the desire of getting her, made him crave for her and made his mind go mad at the thought of conquering her.

Hurry, Mom! All the good comics will be gone! Good comics? You only buy Casper the Wimpy Ghost. Equating friendliness with wimpiness will keep you from achieving popularity. I think Casper's the ghost of Richie Rich. -Hey, they do look alike. -How did Richie die? Perhaps his materialism led him to take his life. Kids, could you lighten up? Now Radioactive Man rules! He's always saying something cool. -He's no wittier than others. -Oh, yeah? Look. He knocks a guy into the sun and says, "Hot enough for you?" I stand corrected. We're here. -Too bad we didn't dress up. -This looks like a discount for Bartman! -Who are you dressed as? -I'm Bartman. -Never heard of him, full price. -Rip-off. Is this on? Young people of Springfield welcome to our funny-book convention. Thank you for pumping almost $300 into the local economy. Your spirits have imparted a glow to this old warhorse. I feel like Radiation Man! That's Radioactive Man, jerk! I stand corrected. Have fun and be sure to clear out by 6 for the Shriners. Get that punk's name. No one makes a fool of me. Has anyone turned in a left Vulcan ear? We've got a utility belt, tricorders, a light saber. Sorry, kid. -Hey, Bart-dude. -Hey, Otto-man. What's that? My own idea for a comic book. It's about a dude who drives a school bus by day but by night, fights vampires in a post-apocalyptic war zone! We're going to see Buddy Hodges. The guy who played Fallout Boy on TV? I guess he wasn't killed in Vietnam. Laramie cigarettes give me the steady nerves I need to combat evil. Wish I was old enough to smoke Laramies. Sorry, Fallout Boy, not until you're 16. Look out! Will Radioactive Man act in time to save the Earth? You know, kids, I'm sure we'd all like to remember Dirk Richter as Radioactive Man and not the sordid details of his final years. So keep the questions tasteful. Now, how about a big welcome for Buddy "Fallout Boy" Hodges! -Any questions? -When Radioactive Man got injected with shrinking serum, how come his costume shrinks? Who knows? I did play Rum Tum Tugger in Cats. Anybody see it? -Fallout Boy! -Yes, you, the masked boy. Does Dirk Richter's ghost haunt the bordello where his body was found? Dirk Richter was a beautiful man. Can't you vultures leave him alone? Hey, Radioactive Man Number 72! It's the imaginary tale where he marries Larva Girl. Wow, Number 9! That's before Fallout Boy became his ward. I'll show you something if you'll put your grubby little hands behind your back. Behold. Wow, Radioactive Man Number 1! I bet it's worth a million bucks. It is, my lad. But I'll let you have it for 100. -All I got is 30. -Then you can't have it. But I must. I never knew why God put me on this Earth. Now, I know. -To buy that comic book. -Your emotion is out of place. Did you kids have fun? Yeah. For a dollar, a man sold me I never knew what Superman saw in her. Give me Wonder Woman. And that golden lariat. She can tie me up any time. -Homer! -Just kidding, Marge. Hey, what does everyone say to dinner at Krusty Burger? My treat! You really are a sport, Dad, taking us to a fine restaurant like that. -What are you getting at? -I need $100 for a comic. For a comic? Who drew it, Micha-malangelo? -Dad, I want this more than anything. -Well, T. S. -Please, Dad. -No. No! Look, we all know that usually when you bug me I give in. I'm not mad at you. Shows you been paying attention. But we all know I'm not giving you $100. -Now, are you gonna stop bugging me? -No. -Are you? Are you? Are you? -No. No. No. -Okay! -I win! In your face! Yeah! How do you like them apples? Don't gloat, Homer. When I was your age, I wanted a child-sized electric light bulb oven. I didn't have the money. So, I went to my sisters. -We'll give you half our allowance. -lf you'll be our slave. -This gives us more free time. -Let's take up smoking. For months, I worked while my sisters smoked. Venus Oh, Venus We want those dress shields hand-washed and drip-dried. Because I'd worked for it all those light bulb-warmed treats always tasted extra good. Maybe a job is the answer. I couldn't ask you to do that. Maggie and Lisa are a handful-- -She means you should get a job. -Me? Get a job? Were they serious? I didn't realize it, but a part of my childhood had slipped away, forever. -What are you staring at? -Nothing. At that moment, my dad and I were closer than we've ever-- -Bart! Stop it. -Sorry. I need some money A lot of money Empty bottles. Well, it's practically empty. Here you go, Apu. Shall I apply this to the cost of a squishy? -No. I need the dime. -It is good you're learning a trade. -Americanize this. -Okay. All those coins were worth three cents? Let the good times roll. This is so humiliating. I feel like such a geek. -How's it going, Bart? -Terrible. No one's buying. Maybe you need to play on their sympathies more. Let's see. Now you look pathetic. Lemonade sucks. I need a new product. Let's see. Form a line. Cheap beer and a sympathetic ear. Hey, Bart, could you give me one on credit? -Beat it. -You got a liquor license? -My dog ate it. -Gotta have one to sell beer. Writing tickets must make you thirsty. Have a couple on the house. -Seeing that it's a first offense. -We can overlook this. So long, officers. Hey, what's all the--? My beer, my beer, my beautiful beer! The boy is desperate. He wants money to buy a comic book. A comic book? Boys never change. -Which one? Nazi Smasher? -I don't think so. Send him over to my house. I've got a few chores he could do. He can mix whitewash, right? -Mrs. Glick? -You must be Bert Simpson. Looks like you've got a strong young back. Do you want something to eat? I've got dried apricots, almond paste, sauerkraut candy. -No, thanks. Who's that? -That's my brother, Asa. He was killed in the Great War. Held a grenade too long. This one's for you Kaiser Bill, from the boys in D Company: Johnny, Harrison, Brooklyn Bob, and yeah, even Reggie. He ain't so stuck-up once you get to-- Here, have some ribbon candy. Boys love candy. -No, thanks. -Boys love candy! -I'd rather get to work. -We'll start with yard work. Then you can have a barley pop. I want you to clear out all the weeds. You do know which ones are weeds? -All of them? -Good boy. Now be careful with these. I'll be inside, watching my stories. -Jack, please. I'm married. -That must be what's turning me on. Stop it. Some more. Filthy, but genuinely arousing. -Finished. -Merciful heavens, you're bleeding! I'll get the iodine. Iodine. -Now don't fidget. -Listen, lady, you don't have to-- They've never improved on iodine. -Did you make any money? -No, but I'm in a lot of pain. What you're doing for Mrs. Glick is very nice. -She doesn't have anybody. -There's a reason. The sludge certainly collects around those downspouts, don't it? I'll sludge you, you old bat. Today, we wash Beulah. Do you know what that is? Some old lady thing nobody's heard about for 50 years? It was my wedding dress. But then, I dyed it black and it became my mourning dress. Great story, lady. Last night, I dreamed I held you in my arms. No, not the iodine. Burn the germs off with a torch. Amputate my arm. But not the-- Well, it's payday. I'll wager you've been looking forward to this. -Yes, ma'am. -Here we are, two quarters. -Two quarters? -You deserve every penny. I've told my girlfriends about you and they have chores too. -Two quarters! -Bart, you didn't say thank you. I can leave without screaming or saying a bad word. -But I'm not saying thank you. -You're welcome. All right, off you go to spend it on penny whistles and MoonPies. -MoonPies, my butt. -What's the problem, boy? I busted my hump all week and all I got was 50 cents. When I was your age, -Really? -No. I did everything I could and I've only got 35 bucks. I'm done working. Working's for chumps. I'm proud of you. I was twice your age before I figured that out. -Can I have it for $40? -40 bucks? Forget it! It's all I've got. I sold seeds. I visited my aunt in the nursing home. -I fished a dime out of the sewer! -No way. What do you want? -Can I have it for 35. -No! Kids. I don't need this. I've got a master's degree in folklore. Do you have the Carl Yastrzemski baseball card from 1973? Show me the 30 bucks, because if you ain't got it, I ain't getting up. Martin, if you, Milhouse and I went in together we could buy a copy of Radioactive Man Number 1 right now! -Here you go. -I don't want it. We've got $100, and we'd like to buy Radioactive Man. Why don't you just waddle over and get it? Yes, sir! Wow. Breathe it in, boys. -This is the stuff dreams are made of. -It smells like my grandpa. Looks like rain. We better get this baby home. Looks like you bought more than you bargained for. My pants, caught on barbed wire! Good Lord, choke, an A-bomb! Becoming radioactive. From this day forward, I shall call myself Radioactive Man. So, that's how it happened. I'd have thought an atomic bomb would kill him. -Now you know better. -Turn the page, Bart. Careful, careful. You guys can come read it anytime. -Why not keep it at my house? -That's crazy. -It's ours as much as it's yours. -How about this? Each one of us will get it for two days of the week. Wait a minute, that still leaves one day. Yeah, what about that? For that day, we'll use a random number generator. I'll take 1 to 3, Milhouse will have 4 to 6 and Bart will take 7 to 9. -Wait a minute, what about zero? -Yeah, what about zero? In the event of a zero possession will be determined by Rock, Scissor, Paper. -Okay. -Excellent. Well, today being my Saturday, I guess I'll be taking my comic. Nice try. It almost worked, but tonight the comic book stays here. -lf the comic book stays, then so do I. -Me too. Fine. We'll all stay with the comic book. It'll be like a sleepover. That's what pals do, right? Real friendly-like. -I wanna read it again. -Nice try. Acids in your hand could damage it. We want it to last forever so the last one alive can be buried with it. -What do you mean, the last one alive? -I meant years from now! -Bart, don't push him. -So you're both against me. Well, nobody makes a sap out of Bartholomew J. Simpson. -Quit! -You quit! No, you quit! Would you boys like some milk and microwave s'mores? Thank you, Mrs. Simpson. Sweet dreams, boys. -One more step and you're dead. -I have to go to the bathroom. -So do l, but I'm not getting up. -Hey, what's going on? -Martin was trying to steal our comic. -Let's tie him up! -Is this how you treat your guests? -Quiet. -We'll take turns watching him. -Okay, I'll go first. So that's your little game. Let Bart get nice and drowsy then, when his back's turned: Wham! You're crazy. I'm telling your mom! -Tell him what we do with squealers. -It's worse than when you have to pee? -You can't stop me! -The hell I can't. Homer, it's really coming down. Could you check on the boys? They're fine. Bart, the comic! Don't let go of me, Bart! It's not that far to the ground. The rains probably softened it up. If you hadn't tied me up, I could be saving the comic. Shut up! Shut up! Help me! I didn't even want the comic! I wanted Carl Yastrzemski with the big sideburns! Better come in the house. You don't wanna get the sniffles. Now, come on. You can play your little tie-up game inside. I've got some cocoa on the stove. Who wants imitation marshmallows. I'd raise my hand if I could. It's no use, fellows. Another comic book has returned to the earth from whence it came. We worked so hard and now it's all gone. We ended up with nothing because we can't share. -What's your point? -Nothing. It just ticks me off. Well, the world is safe again. But for how long? Previous Episode

This long-running comedy focuses on the eponymous family in the town of Springfield in an unnamed U.S. state. The head of the Simpson family, Homer, is not a typical family man. A nuclear-plant employee, he does his best to lead his family but often finds that they are leading him. The family includes loving, blue-haired matriarch Marge, troublemaking son Bart, overachieving daughter Lisa and baby Maggie. Other Springfield residents include the family's religious neighbour, Ned Flanders, family physician Dr Hibbert, Moe the bartender and police chief Clancy Wiggum.

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