Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts - Chapter 8

[Sweet and refreshing, group pet, scumbag]

Si Fuqing opened her eyes, not only was her luck taken away, but everyone also asked her to get out of the entertainment circle.

When she relived her life again, she just wanted to lie down with salted fish. Who would have guessed that there would always be people who didn’t have long eyes jumping around, pulling on her to rub her heat, and she didn’t have any real ability. Have to pack up anyway.

Si Fuqing squeezed his wrist and moved.

Later, the Internet frantically scolded her for posting Yu Yao over her own strength, spreading rumors that her private life was disorderly, and—

International diva: I can stand here today, thanks to Qingqing

Top 1 male top stream: stay away from my sister @ 玉耀

Even the official of the International Games: Congratulations to Si Fuqing for winning the 13th individual gold medal, waiting for a retirement

At first, Yu Yao dismissed Si Fuqing, but when he learned the truth, he couldn’t regret it and knelt down and just wanted her to take another look, so he could only post a clarification Weibo: @Si Fuqing, 9 aunts are good.

That day, the entire network was paralyzed.

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According to historical records, Emperor Yin became famous at a young age, he was perfect and powerful, and he had the world in his heart. However, he died at the age of 27 due to illness. His life was short. He had no wife, no concubine, no children and no grandchildren. He was the white moonlight male god of countless people.

No one knows, he opened his eyes again and came to 1500 years later.

This time, he saw the prosperous summer that he had long imagined.

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Soon after the identity of Emperor Yin was exposed, Si Fuqing learned that the idol was by her side. She admired it very much and just wanted to—

Si Fuqing: Work hard!

Emperor Yin: Promise to each other

Si Fuqing: ? ? ?

I’m working hard but you want me?

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Almighty Yan Dian Goddess × Killing Qinggui Emperor

From the black of the whole network to the top of the gods, by the way, 1v1 with the male gods

- Description from novelbuddy

Carlos Valois thought dying once was enough—until he woke up as a 10-year-old in the world of “The Dark Era,” a game he'd mastered in his previous life.Born as the last heir of a fallen noble house, Carlos discovers he's destined for a tragic fate: in six years, he'll be manipulated into joining the dark forces and killed by his own childhood friend. But this time, he has the ultimate cheat code—memories of the future.While other kids play with toys, Carlos hunts for divine legacies. Using his game knowledge, he performs an ancient ritual and steals a Demigod Mark from the thousand-year Sacred Oak—a power that should have remained hidden for decades.At 15, Carlos awakens as a Death Herald with broken stats that shouldn't be possible. Most Death Heralds are fragile summoners hiding behind weak skeletons. But Carlos combines his necromancy with stolen divine abilities, creating a hybrid build that turns him into an unstoppable force......[Skeleton Warrior has successfully evolved into Purple Thornblade Skeleton Guard!][Purple Thornblade Skeleton Guard has activated Bond: Glory of the Purple Thornblades!][Twelve Purple Thornblade Guards have formed an Undead Armored Knight Legion!].....His skeleton warriors aren't cannon fodder—they're elite undead legions enhanced beyond normal limits through secret evolution paths that took thousands of players years to discover.Every “coincidental” encounter is actually Carlos farming legendary opportunities. While his sister thinks he's just a lucky genius, Carlos systematically raids every hidden treasure, secret technique, and forgotten legacy he remembers from the game. Ancient bloodlines, divine artifacts, mystical cultivation methods—if it exists, he's taking it.With his infinitely evolving undead legion, Carlos set out on a path to rewrite destiny and become the supreme Death Herald legend.

“Hai Tang? She's just the Hai family's foster daughter. I was only playing around with her. How could I possibly take her seriously? She can't even measure up to my status!”

Upon hearing these words from Yu Heng's own mouth, Hai Tang finally realized how he truly saw her.

She had liked this person for over twenty years. They had grown up together since childhood, with her always looking out for him, from running errands and doing homework for him to handling company affairs on his behalf. He had always accepted her kindness but pretended to be unaware of her feelings.

Now, the words from his lips directly crushed Hai Tang's hopes.

From that day on, Yu Heng's shadow completely disappeared. Even his friends around him were surprised.

How could she let go so easily after following him for so long?

At first, Yu Heng was nonchalant. In his eyes, Hai Tang's world revolved around him, and she wouldn't be able to survive without him. But as time went on and he waited, she never came back. When he started to panic and wanted to look for her, he realized that he couldn't find her, no matter how hard he looked.

When they met again, his shadow was already entwined with someone else, and she had a radiant smile on her face.

Yu Heng's reddened eyes were filled with tears as he asked the girl who used to belong to him, “Tangtang, I was wrong. Can we go back to the way things were?”

Before the girl could speak, the man beside her stepped forward. His eyes filled with malice as he said, “I advise you to stay away from my wife.”

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