Astral Apostle - Chapter 5: Molding (1)

My whole life, all I wanted was power.

I churned the world into rivers of blood and eventually gained the title, “Demon Lord of Strength”. However, all this became useless when I lost to a party of heroes.

But what can a loser say? As I laid dying, I was forced to listen to the hero’s gibberish:

“If you are born again, I hope that you will live a kind life!”

But huh? When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the past.

“What do I have to do to live a kind life?”

This is the beginning of an ex-Demon Lord’s journey to live a kind

Wen Ran was a winner in life. She had a good background, was beautiful, and had a young fairy as her fiancé. After living in this world for many years, she remembered that she was wearing a book.

She is the male protagonist’s fiancee and the male protagonist’s Bai Yueguang. Even when she and another person were caught by the devil in Juyuan Valley, they faced a life-and-death crisis. The male protagonist was forced to choose one of the two, and Wen Ran became the one who survived. man, while the other fell into the abyss.

The wind on the top of the cliff was strong that day, which reminded Wen Ran a lot.

After that person “dies”, the male protagonist will know that the person who saved him in the past is not Wen Ran, and he will also realize that the person he loves is not Wen Ran. The one he gave up with his own hands.

The male protagonist is suffering and blackened, and he is about to start the script of chasing his wife crematorium.

Wen Ran, who knew she was a female supporting role, felt that she was finished!

However, on the Juyuan Valley, Wen Ran saw with his own eyes the usual self-restraining and returning to the ritual, when the indifferent young Xianjun faced the situation of choosing one of two, he directly raised his foot and kicked the man down the abyss .

Afterwards, he looked at her with a smile, “You don’t remember what I just did, do you?”

Wen Ran: “…”

what happened?

How did the character of the male protagonist collapse!

A long, long time later.

While poking her in the face, he asked her curiously, “Does the meaning of chasing the wife’s crematorium mean that you will be thrown into the fire first, and then I will chase you in the fire?”

Facing his eager eyes, Wen Ran fell into a long silence.

- Description from novelbuddy

In her last life, Qu Zhi tried her best to be a good wife who was sensible and did not cause trouble, a filial and good daughter who helped her family, and a good mother who accompanied her children. However, Qu Zhi worked hard and suffered all her life. When she was about to die, she realized that in the end, all she got back for her hard work were complaints. Her husband complained that she was an idle, rich wife all day long who wasn’t satisfied with her happiness at home, and that she was a greedy woman.

But after decades of marriage, her husband had a firm, deadly hold on all her money, and she didn’t even have a dime to her name, nor a property to call her own. Every time she asked for money, he would trample all over her self-esteem. Her husband’s cold and sarcastic words made her unable to lift her head, and his friends would demean her while drinking wine, making her tremble with anger. This man had once said he would take care of her, yet he turned a blind eye! Those people focused on her happiness as a topic, and made a joke out of it.

Even her three children resented her for her uneven love towards everyone, and their relationship only became more strained as time passed. She had spent her whole life as a loner, and she had nothing. Lying on the operation table, Qu Zhi thought that if she could do it all over again, she wouldn’t be a housewife. She wouldn’t have given her second daughter away, and she wouldn’t take care of her blood-sucking relatives.

She wouldn’t marry her indifferent, cold husband either! When she next opened her eyes, she was back to twenty years in the past. Her eldest daughter was still in elementary school, and her second daughter had been in her belly for several months…