I Get A Random New Occupation Every Week - Chapter 2025: A Man’s Ceiling

Molitia Clemence was born sickly.

She forgot to cover herself with a blanket and caught a cold. She woke up next to her husband after 10 days just because of a slight cold.

Molitia barely survived between the thin threads of life and death. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that her husband was somehow acting differently than usual…?!

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“Have you eaten?” (Husband)

“Yes.” (Molitia)

“This is the belly of a person who ate?” (Husband)

He frowned as he stroked her flat lower abdomen. He held her wrist carefully, as if it would break. His voice rose.

“Why is your wrist so thin? Are you even human?” (Husband)

“That’s…” (Molitia)

“Butler!” (Husband)

The butler rushed to his angry voice, fidgeting with his wrists.

“Get me food for my wife to eat. Something that will help her stay healthy. Anything is fine.” (Husband)

Molitia’s mouth opened at her husband’s words, but no sound came out. ‘I just had a meal?’

Yun Pianpian wears it into the novel and becomes the little palace maid on the background board.
The system made her Raiders become the tyrant Bai Yueguang.
The tyrant Xiao Changyuan has a sinister temperament, is violent, cruel, and cold. After the unification of the mountains and rivers, the people’s grievances boiled, and everyone got it and executed it.
The two fell off a cliff for some reason, Xiao Changyuan was bleeding and lost his memory.
“…woman, who are you?”
In the original book, Xiao Changyuan and the little palace maid both lost their memory. The two became brothers and sisters. They lived in Jiangjia Village for three years, and their relationship was like stagnant water. Yun Pian Pian decided to add a fire to the stagnant water. Boil it dry and let the love boil.
Yun Pianpian bit her rosy cherry lips, her apricot eyes filled with mist, and said delicately:
“Husband, I’m your wife, don’t you know me?”
The young emperor has a handsome and cold face, and his thin lips are tightly pursed.
The thick black ink eyes stared at her for a long time, and finally called her in a hoarse voice.
“…Miss.”
Yun Pianpian directed the tyrant to plough the fields, farm, cook, and wash clothes, and he lived happily ever after.
Until a rainy night, the east window incident happened, Yun Pian Pian’s face turned pale: “I’m sorry, I lied to you, I’m not your lady…”
Xiao Changyuan bit her red lips and rubbed against her ears, his eyes darkened and his voice hoarse.
“Miss, if you want to deceive, just deceive me to the end…”
My elegant, most likely to lie and deceive people, with a face full of hypocrisy.
But unfortunately, I love the way she lies and deceives people.
“Your hypocrisy, in my heart, are all sweet words.”
Xiao Changyuan’s heart was barren and cold and turned into a ruin.
But Yun Pian Pian danced gracefully above this ruin.
Makes him fascinated and haunted.
“She makes the abyss boil and makes love hot.”

#A tyrant escapes the archives alive and well#
[Healing to Redemption] [Sand sculpture is ridiculous] [Double C, 1V1]

One sentence introduction: The tyrant loves me like a madman! ! !
Purpose: to love yourself can you be loved by life!

Content tags: Traveling through time and space Female supporting sweet text
Search keywords: protagonist: Yun Pianpian, Xiao Changyuan ┃ supporting role: ┃ others: lies

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Qi Condensation. Foundation Establishment. Core Formation. In the current world, only these three realms are known to be achievable. Nascent Soul is but a legend and the realms above it lost to the the long river of time. The modern era is known as Cultivation Civilization, a balance of power and civility, excess and moderation. While cultivation remains a secret practice, it has long since exposed itself to the mundane world, quietly intertwined with each facet of society. While the world appears to be at peace, what lies underneath is a conflict between human, cultivator, and demon, brewing for ages and waiting to implode. Yet in the wake of humanity’s rapid industrialization, qi—and consequently cultivation—is dying.