Beast King's Crippled Mate - Chapter 302: Dark Witch’s Invasion (II)

I thought I had been abandoned,But I was actually the child that the Namgoong family had been searching for.It wasn’t until I was killed by the Blood Demon, whom I had called “teacher,” that I learned the truth. When I awoke again as a thirteen-year-old child, I decided to return to the Namgoong family.I didn’t seek to be recognized as family.I only wanted to prevent the Namgoong family from falling apart as it had before.“This is the jewelry, silk, gold bars, and elixirs that the family head has gifted to you.”“Here, little one. This is a congratulatory gift for your return.”As soon as I was recognized as the lost granddaughter of the Namgoong family,I gained delicious food, fine clothes, gold and silver treasures, and a high-quality sword!I also gained a grandfather and a father who cried and laughed for me.But what was that strange, tingling feeling in my chest every time that happened?In order to protect the smiles of those I had once killed,and to preserve this warm and ticklish sensation for as long as I could,I was determined to change the bloody future that awaited me, unlike my previous life…**Namgoong Mucheon’s face darkened.‘Is this child truly raised to be an assassin?’The sharp killing intent and the sword techniques essential for an assassin were reflected in her life, as if they were embedded in her very being.‘Damn brat.’Anger surged within Namgoong Mucheon.He restrained himself from cursing aloud in front of his granddaughter, muttering in his mind instead.‘How dare they raise my granddaughter as an assassin?’The blue energy surrounding Namgoong Mucheon grew even stronger.

Wen Zhixing has transmigrated into the world of cultivation and has been unexpectedly abducted to the Wondrous Palace, where is full of infamous female cultivators. However, with his Immortality System, Wen Zhixing discovers that he could see their “Fortune Fragments” and take advantage of these Fragments by consuming his lifespan.[ Acquire the constitution: Revival of the Withered Tree.][Revival of the Withered Tree: Blazing Gold Quality. Can rejuvenate a withered body. Each time the body enters a withered state, it will undergo nirvana. After nine nirvanas, it will shed its mortal form.]...

“I don’t love you anymore.”

It had been 10 years since I became an extra in a classic romance novel. Having a very shy and quiet personality, I was suffering from a terrible unrequited love.

Allan Leopold. He was the successor of the kingdom’s top businessman and the best lover candidate of all. The whole kingdom praised Allan’s beauty, and he didn’t even know I existed.

Nevertheless, I couldn’t dare to approach the dazzling man, so I just looked at him. Shining black hair, jewel-like eyes, and a great family were things he had, and things that were too far away from me.

That’s how I became an adult. One day, when I decided to pursue my dream instead of a feverish one-sided love, I fainted and woke up trapped in an unfamiliar bas**ent of an old castle.

“Don’t be angry, Melissa.”

“…..”

“Love me again.”

It didn’t take much time to realize that this was reality.

And that I’ve been kidnapped.

That, too, by the man I had a crush on.

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