A Black Market LitRPG - Chapter 123: Sneaking

“My only regret was.. living like a puppet for my sister!”Olivia Witherland had no one but her sister in this world. So when her sister Oriana married the duke of Aykroyd and became the duchess, she had no choice but to follow her there. Despite knowing that her sister had killed the previous duchess and going to harm the child left behind, she kept her eyes closed. But when the child grew up as Demon,he killed everyone including her and the innocent kids, Oriana gave birth to.Olivia regretted that her silence had harmed not only Damon but her innocent nephew and niece. Everyone was killed, but the killer lived a hollow life too.But fate gave her a second chance. Would she be able to save everyone or would destiny play a cruel game again?

Indulge in willful princess disease / amnesia stupid beauty Ax gentle and considerate brainless pet / paranoid black belly crazy beauty O
#Chapter Thirteen Amnesia/The age difference of six years old is o in the early stage, and it will be divided into a twice
When Jiang Jinyi was eighteen years old, her mother brought back a woman and asked her to call her sister.
At the beginning, they got along fairly well, but for some reason, Jiang Jinyi began to hate her, and even only hated her because she ran away from home.
One day four years later, Jiang Jinyi was attacked and his life was saved, but his memory returned to the year when he was eighteen years old when he first met Jiang Youwan.
The cold and elegant omega in my memory took her upstairs into his arms with red eyes and frantically, and said tremblingly, “I beg you, come home with me, okay?”
Jiang Jinyi blinked, “Okay…”
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Only Jiang Youwan knew that she fell in love with the second young lady of the Jiang family.
But the disgust on Jiang Jinyi’s face made her hide her love in her dark heart.
She ran away from home, she has been secretly protecting her and helping her, originally thinking of letting her fly, just watch from a distance.
But the sudden injury and amnesia caused Jiang Youwan’s inner desire to stir.
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Drunk at night, Jiang Youwan took the opportunity to make her say many, many words that she would never leave, and recorded them before allowing her to sleep in his arms.
After the second differentiation, Jiang Youwan tempted her to bite her own glands, so that she could never quit.
No one knows that omega President Jiang, who is usually abstinent and indifferent, is trying to seduce the second lady in her family every day.
Jiang Jinyi is sinking in her gentle hometown and gradually lost…
Jiang Youwan hoped that they could continue like this, but Jiang Jinyi still regained her memory, and her dream was broken.
Jiang Youwan clenched her wrist tightly, stared at her, trapped her with pheromones, and said, “Don’t think about leaving me!”

Six-year-old age difference, weak A is strong O, A is o in the early stage, secondary differentiation into a, female a has no second set of organs.
CP has no blood relationship, not real sisters, dog blood warning!

Content tags: The rich and powerful family has a special liking for a match made in heaven near the water and the tower
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Revenge is merely a method of passing time for someone like Lee who has lived several lifetimes, but the desire to acquire superhuman, godlike powers becomes an obsession that pushes him beyond limits. It’s a struggle to grow up in the world ruled by masters who bend elements to their will, with little hope of learning their cultivation secrets, but they are still there for taking for those with wit, persistence and the ability to take risks.Join Lee on his adventurous journey where every challenge, setback and achievement brings him closer to divinity!

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