Be the Invincible God of Sword Again - Chapter 21

Once reborn, the most miserable real daughter Xia Zhi caught the fake daughter and her fiancé in bed!

The first sword in rebirth is to kill the person who betrayed your heart first.

Watch her golden cicada shed its shell and go to the frontier to let the birds fly high in the sky.

Summer Solstice: From the first time I met Zhou Zhengan on the train and handed me a steamed bun, this person has been haunting me. He appears around me every time I eat, and he is attentive to picking up food for me and giving me food. Fill with meat.

You have to give yourself a taste of any good thing first.

While Xia Zhi was enjoying the meal, he warned himself that this person was a diligent person who had nothing to do and was either a traitor or a thief.

Xia Zhi, who finally saw the world, became Zhou Zhengan’s wife.

Zhou Zhengan: Zhou Zhengan, who has had no sense of taste since childhood, met a girl on the train who was drooling at the steamed bun in her hand. The kind girl broke off half of the steamed bun she gave him. From then on, Zhou Zhengan opened up a new world of taste.

Every time he eats, he can taste the food that Xia Zhi has tasted.

He was hanging around Xia Zhi, why did Xia Zhi want to marry someone?

Who dares to snatch my wife?

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With his engagement at hand, the most terrifying and legendary person of the legal world, Fu Huai’an, returns with a son.

The previous lords have committed as many atrocities as possible to fill their bellies. I, the only daughter of that house, had discovered that my servant and lover was a spy.

And as the people wanted, my life ended with my execution.

However, with the memory of getting beheaded intact, I began a new life. I was planning to shoulder the sins of my past life and become a nun, but by some trick of fate, I came to work as a maid for the current lord.

Under my former lover, whose name, age and even hair colour were all lies.

“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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