Damn Necromancer - Chapter 226

[Shuangjie, sweet pet, white and black, happy friends, 1v1]

The majestic master of Yunran, who is proficient in medicine, poison, and martial arts, lives happily like a fairy, but once he was struck by lightning, his soul turned into the bullied eldest lady of the Shangshu Mansion, and his life is not as good as a dog…

The step-sister regretted her marriage, and directly ordered someone to knock her unconscious and throw her on the sedan chair, and marry the man who was rumored to be suffering from eye and leg diseases.

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On the wedding night, Nangong Mo said to her:

“This king is blind and disabled and his life is not long. I don’t want to miss the beauty. You can reconcile and find another lover.”

Yunran replied affectionately: “People in the world often say that when you get married as a husband and wife, there is no doubt about your love. Now that you and I are married, we should never leave. I will accompany you to the last moment of my life.”

However, Nangong Mo heard her voice:

[Heli? Why do you want to reconcile? Living in your house, spending your money, and when you close your eyes and kick your legs, I will dig a hole and bury you, and then inherit your wealth, rich land and beautiful family, wouldn’t it be beautiful? 】

Nangong Mo gritted his teeth slowly: “Heh… very beautiful!”

- Description from novelbuddy

In her past life, Wan Chuo was unruly, taking a white lotus as her best friend, infuriated her mother to death, mistreated her in-laws, aborted her child, and ended up being despised by everyone, turning herself into a rotten wild flower.Heaven granted her a second chance, and this time she is determined to rip apart the facade of the white lotus.Hey, you there, in this life I planned to stay far away from you, not to wreak havoc on your family, so why are you sticking so close, what are you trying to do?!

All Things of this World, Turn to Ashes, Flowing Blade-like Flame!

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?