Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter - Chapter 831 - 827: Drawing in Air into the Body, Admiring One’s Own Masterpiece_1

The Pseudo-Holy Grail War of Snowfield is About to Begin!Moran, who has transmigrated into the Type-Moon universe, is determined to clear the game in one life!Waiting online, urgent!Ding! You have successfully activated the Life Simulator!• 【You drove out the foreign Olympian Machine Gods, took the hand of the Earth Mother Goddess, and founded a new nation and mythology.】• 【You are the Lord of the Millennium Castle, bestowed with the name Brunestud, and the beloved ruler of the land in the eyes of the Crimson Moon.】• 【You are the Final King of the Age of Gods, single-handedly preventing its decline and ensuring that Divine Age Britain endures to this day.】Behind this dazzling simulated life, Moran now faces—Arcueid: “Weren’t you supposed to pick me up at the Millennium Castle? Why are you here in the Holy Grail War?!”Artoria: “Enough! Come back to Britain with me!”Ereshkigal: “Moran! Who are all these women?!”As his ever-growing circle of admirers closes in, Moran realizes—This might just be the hardest “Kidney Grail War” in history.

There are only two things in Bai Tang’s life that are deeply rooted in her heart. One, fighting and killing, and two, tempering her treasure sword, Canglan.

What? Let her guide the blackened big boss? Since when is she the type to do such a meticulous work?

Hence.

“The host really doesn’t play the cards according to common sense at all!” System 168’s heart expressed extreme fatigue.

Wen Su, who came from the abyss full of bones, said, “If my family and friends loathe me, then I will disregard human relations and disown all blood relatives. If the whole world loathe me, then let blood flows into rivers.”

Bai Tang: Good boy, I will feed and clothe you, give you housing and transportation, poems and distance will also give you. Just be a good person! I will not point a sword at your heart, nor imprison your body with an iron cage.

Wen Su: Oh, but the only thing I want is a wife just like you.

I was in the abyss, but then you came in carrying a poisonous light. But why weren’t you burned by the poison? Since then, unable to forget, I put away my body full of spikes and thorns.

A slow burn love story about a female black lotus big boss VS a scheming villain.

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The rebel army leader swung his sword to my neck on the city tower, as I faced a dead end. Then, with a huge grin, he said to Tantai Jin, “Between your wife and Miss Ye, only one can live. Who are you going to pick?”The system cautiously looked at Ye Bingshang, who was crying, and said, “Master, he’ll pick you.”“Let Bingshang go,” Tantai Jin ordered without hesitation.“Uh oh,” said the system.“Uh oh,” I said.“Tantai Jin must know that your family is large and owns a lot of property,” the system remarked, reassuringly. “As a result, he must think that the secret guards will save you.”Tantai Jin thought similarly. So, on that day, in front of 300 thousand men, I smiled at him and jumped off the city tower, beneath his shattered gaze.I didn’t even leave a complete body behind for him.So, this is the ‘BE’ ending that I have chosen for Tantai Jin.As the new emperor, Tantai Jin’s hair turned white overnight in the first year of Jinghe. Then he turned into an insane devil that slaughtered the city, even beheading Ye Bingshang.And after Nirvana, I, who had already seen through these few years of hopeless love, returned to the immortal cultivation realm. Being a little fairy makes me happy too.Many years later, I’m claimed to be the white moonlight of a fallen divinity throughout the immortal cultivation realm.Tantai Jin had never sobbed in his entire life. No one had ever witnessed his frail state, even if his eye was gouged out and his meridian veins were cut.That was the day that everyone will remember for the rest of their lives. With blood and tears streaming down his cheeks like beads, he pleaded for mercy.

My name is Charlemagne Theron, yes, that’s right, that’s the Theron you think of, and Ajan Lor’themar is my younger brother.

Don’t call me Daqiang, or I guarantee you will be beaten to three quarters to death. As a reliable time traveler, I will tell you responsibly, I…

“Charlemagne, what are you muttering, today is the day when my younger brother will inherit the position of Ranger General, you don’t want to be used by Cirvanas and Vereesa Hurry up when the arrow hits your nostril.”

“…Okay, my dear Alleria, here we go.”

When the two walked away holding hands, an imperceptible figure appeared on the spot.

“Brother, I wish you a happy Shura field.”

I am Charlemagne Theron, I have led the people to participate in the orc war, defeated the ancient gods and the second fool, I also fought against the Burning Legion, and I have made contributions to Azeroth , I bring salt for myself.

(PS: Don’t call me Daqiang, unless you want to grow an arrow from a certain key part behind you.)