Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 90

Hao Ren, an ordinary university student, saved a little girl who fell from the sky. By accident, he swallowed a “candy” that fell off of that girl’s body and somehow became the Dragon King’s son-in-law……

In the mirror of life and soul, Yanchun showed that she was the one who loved her in the opening scene, and in the end, everyone betrayed her, and her lover changed her heart.
The legendary Scorpio Lone Star, whoever is involved cannot die.
Yanchun refused to accept.
But no matter how she tried to change, everything would get worse in the end, and she was even regarded as a lunatic by her lover and relatives…
Then Yan Chun chose to give up the treatment completely.
Go to his grandmother’s ring dog, and even if she dies, she has to die in her own hands!
When robbing a man, the heroine of Destiny complained tearfully: You are just relying on a good life, and he will like you when you are near the water tower!
Yan Chun sneered: I am so blamed for being born? I’m looking at your face and it’s still according to me, why don’t you take it off and pay me back?
Former friends made things difficult, tried to kidnap Yanchun morally to force Yanchun to apologize, and incited fellow students to accuse Yanchun.
Yan Chun shook his index finger lightly: As long as I have no morals, no one can blame me.
On the edge of the cliff of life and death in the secret realm, facing the devil’s cave that requires blood sacrifices to pacify the living, it should have been Yanchun who accidentally pushed Senior Brother Zhuma down.
Yan Chun didn’t even bother to push, so he looked around and said casually, “Is there any brother who loves me?” Jump down, come back alive and I’ll marry you.
Then there really was a normally inconspicuous disciple who jumped in.
Decades later he came back alive.
Yanchun: … play, play off.
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I thought that an ant like me would never meet the star I love in my life, until one day she said, jump down, come back alive and I will marry you.
Then I climbed over the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood and touched the stars – Yin Yuchen
Good at yin and yang, old yin and yang, little junior sister vs yin prey
My current cultivation base is set: Entering the Delusion (strengthening the body), Destructing the Delusion (permanent appearance), Deviating from the Ordinary (rising 250 years old, mid-term 500 years old, peaking at 1000 years old), Cocoon Soul (you can descend at will Others are human and spiritual (share the same life with heaven and earth)
Magic cultivation settings: sharpening (invading), destroying soul (middle devil), and violent spirit (big devil) in front, middle and peak levels
The copy was written on 2021.6.27, screenshots have been taken
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Bricks and flowers are random, and lightning is self-avoiding.
Content tags: Special liking, a match made in heaven, Xianxia Cultivation, Sister and Brother Love
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A princess's duty is to be beautiful, quiet, not loud, to be seen and not to be heard, which was how Dahlia lived most of her life. Bound by the expectations of her title, she spent years trying to prove to her father that she was more than just a princess and capable of being more than an ornament in his court but each time she never got the chance. Instead, she was forced into a marriage of convenience with the bravest knight in all the kingdom, Reagan Hawthorne.Dahlia thought she would use this marriage to escape the brutal crutches of her father and glide out of her cage but Reagan’s cold disdain was an unexpected prison of its own. While he waged wars on distant lands, she stayed behind, holding his household together and protecting the people he seemed to ignore. But Dahlia carried a dangerous secret. By day, she was the perfect wife. By night, she became the “Black Knight,” a masked vigilante fighting for justice in the shadows.Reagan returned, ready to focus on his personal mission: avenging his father’s death. To him, Dahlia was just another pawn in his plans—a spoiled princess he needed to tolerate. But as cracks began to form in her perfect façade, Reagan couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his wife than met the eye.Now, with enemies circling closer and their secrets threatening to collide, Dahlia and Reagan must confront the lies they’ve told themselves and each other. But when masks fall and truths are revealed, will their fragile bond withstand the storm—or will it shatter beyond repair?One wound. One secret. One night that changes everything.

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.