Demon's Diary - Chapter 1520: Old and New Enmities

*Super possessive desire to live the king of Hades & Goddess who coughs up blood if there is a disagreement
*Non-ancient, overhead female statue
Yan Yu, a medical student, transmigrated into the stallion novel to save the heroine before she was tricked by the scumbag and help her become a queen.
As a result, at the beginning of the game, she was dressed as a cannon fodder female supporting role who assassinated the heroine but was crushed, or the kind who was terminally ill and half stepped into the coffin.
Yin Beiqing, who was dressed in red, lay reclined on the couch, glanced at Yan Yu with her beautiful eyes, and said casually, “Kill him and feed the wolf.”
She thought that the sick woman would cry and beg for mercy, but Yan Yu straightened her back, and her clear eyes looked straight up, “Kill me, you will definitely regret it.”
Legend has it that there is a goddess who is omnipotent. Yin Beiqing is plagued by strange diseases and has been searching for it for a long time. Of course Yan Yu knows, so she relied on her own understanding of the plot and began to play tricks.
Yes, I am the goddess in the legend. I know where the heart sutra you have always wanted; I have a very good relationship with the miracle doctor who is said to be able to cure your old diseases; I am familiar with the ancient treasures and holy weapons.
Most importantly, you are a man!
Later, together with the heroine, she cut off the male protagonist’s golden finger, blocking the male protagonist’s path to apprenticeship and promotion, and then pointed at him and said, “It’s him, your death.”
The original text said that the heroine fell in love with the hero at first sight, and Yan Yu was worried that Yin Beiqing would not let her go.
Who knew that the so-called “handsome and romantic hero with sword eyebrows and starry eyes” turned out to be a puqixin with wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes, who was less than 1.7 meters tall.
Yin Beiqing didn’t even bat an eye, “I’ll kill him now.”
The more this goddess pretends to be Yan Yu, the more guilty she feels, because Yin Beiqing not only does not doubt her, but also treats her too well, giving her the mark of Langdie Valley, forming a blood contract with her for a lifetime, and even protecting her with his life every time .
Yan Yu: I’m sorry, I’m actually not a goddess.
Yin Beiqing: No, you are.
Later, after passing the Yuling Entrance Examination, Yan Yu was attacked by an evil spirit and fell into a coma, but soon revived with full blood in front of everyone, and transformed into a pair of dazzling golden pupils.
Yan Yu: I… am really a goddess?
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Your virginity has always been mine to take, he said while his fingers gripped the neckline of her gown ready to rip it off. Her teary eyes widened in shock at his declaration, and she forgot to breathe. All the colours drained from her face as she froze frightened.

She was meant to be his forever, but his one mistake turned her love into hatred. He was her Prince Charming, but her hatred turned him into a heartless Villain.

Mistakes and misunderstandings led to heartbreaks.

She doesn't want to be with him anymore, but he doesn't want to let her go, ever.

A Love-Hate relationship between childhood Sweethearts who turned into archenemies by the time they reached adulthood.

Read on to know more about their journey into the roller-coaster ride of LOVE.

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In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

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Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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