I Have the Alchemy Emperor in My Head - Chapter 2259: Squeezing Matchless Night to Death

Yang Yan found himself becoming a corpse. But before he could stay for a minute, the lid of his coffin was opened.A stunning face appeared in front of him.Leng Biyue!As the Holy Maiden of the Fairy Maiden Sect, she possessed the quasi-empire bloodline!Blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, fell, and landed on Yang Yan's face.His eyes opened!“The Sword Dao Emperor, who was buried for 100,000 years, has come to life once again!”

On what basis is a golden finger or a new life a must once you transmigrate? On what basis should a transmigrated cannon fodder definitely counterattack?

Is peacefully staying as a cannon fodder too much to ask for? Why come out and wreck everything, Slags….. The Male Lead is dead because of you, the world is even collapsing, okay?!

In order to earn Points, every time she enters a new world, Xia Liang expresses that she completes her missions very seriously, face slapping those secondary female characters who wish to counterattack, setting order to all the chaos, restoring the plot, and avoiding the collapse of the worlds.

As for why the Male Leads all fell in love with me, that was actually an accident. Em, it’s just, aren’t these accidents a little bit too many…

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An Yin, a delicate beauty caught in a risky charade, pretends to date playboy Bo Cheng to escape her troubles—until she meets his brother, ​Bo Shaojin: the ruthless, untouchable CEO whose icy dominance rules both boardrooms and high society.Their first encounter crackles with sizzling tension. Shaojin’s piercing gaze lingers on An Yin, his brother’s “girlfriend,” as she trembles under his scrutiny. But when their paths collide again—her, half-dressed and panic-stricken in his bathroom; him, a storm of restraint and hunger—the line between duty and desire shatters.As An Yin’s fake relationship unravels, Shaojin’s ironclad control dissolves. Drunk on obsession, he corners her in a midnight confession, his hardened facade crumbling as he vows, “I won’t touch you…” But his hands whisper promises his words deny.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”