Chronicles of the True Wizard - Chapter 167:Book 2 - 71

Yunsi, the world’s first flower from the other side of hell.

Also known as – Manzhushahua.

Good at ghost fire, can be called a hundred ghosts, especially good at illusion.

After she met the rumored gentle and elegant son Jiu Ge in a shocking way, she fell into his gentle beauty and couldn’t extricate herself.

Yun Si: “Jiu Ge, Jiu Ge, can I pursue you?”

The young master of Guangfeng Jiyue smiled gently and shook his head politely.

In the next second, Yun Si successfully took his hand.

Yun Si began to push forward: “Jiu Ge and Jiu Ge, can I hug you?”

The young master gently refused.

In the next second, Yun Si successfully hugged her.

“Jiu Ge and Jiu Ge, I want to kiss you.”

The young master tapped her forehead and pondered, “Girl, please respect yourself.”

The alluring Little Fairy Bianhua blinked her beautiful eyes and stood on tiptoe.

Easy going.

then,

The little goblin who did something bad was punished to copy the precepts.

The goblin continued to persevere,

The young master lowered his eyes and looked at the hands holding each other. He was gentle and gentle, and had a good temper. “Young lady, you must respect yourself.”

“I don’t!” The little goblin clung to him, never leaving him.

She always thought he had a gentle temper.

Until one day, she witnessed a woman confessing to him.

The woman stepped forward to get closer,

The young master turned cold in an instant, and kicked her away, without the slightest gentleness, “Get lost.”

The woman ran away crying.

The little fairy who clings to the gentle son every day and wants to kiss and hug him:? ? ?

It turns out that the young master is also very fierce? ?

It turns out that the son can also be rough? ?

The blatant goblin vs the young master who refuses on the surface but is infinitely gentle and pampered secretly. [Love at first sight + two-way secret love]

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He, since childhood, had followed the Foreigner to practice the Defying Heaven Art, entering the most secretive special forces and becoming a fearsome assassin that made others tremble at the mere mention of his name. After a single failure, he took early retirement, but he ended up as the personal bodyguard for a rich heiress, a school beauty. Accidentally provoking some mysterious Cultivators, he gradually unveiled a hidden world of Cultivation beyond the mortal realm...

The day of marriage. Lifting the sedan chair to the door, he lightly lifted the sedan curtain, but he saw no newcomer, only a piece of paper pressed under a stone.

Looking at her flamboyant font, his thousand-year-old pupils faintly spurted out a few flames. good very good. On his perfect and impeccable face, there was a faint smile, not angry but smiling.

However, no one saw the hidden chill in that smile. That woman dared to run away from marriage, he would let her know the consequences of doing so.

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Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.