I Might Be A Fake Cultivator - Chapter 2369 - What Kind of Man Are You?

After thousands of years of silence, the world of cultivation once again welcomed the golden age.

The pond fish crossed.
Dressed as the only daughter of the once beautiful city master of Baicheng, now the male protagonist is going to be his wife.
There are appalling criminal records such as poisoning the heroine, assassinating the villain Bai Yueguang, and humiliating the flawed and sick villain.
In the opening situation of this hell mode, the first task released by the portable system is: – Save the world.
Chi Yu said solemnly: “It seems that my life is to be a hero of salvation. The road is long and long, and I will search up and down!”
More than ten minutes after taking the oath, she was crushed by the villain, the Great Demon King.
…
Chiyu: “???”
To fuck me on purpose? Is such a difficult copy still necessary? Is the garbage system thinking about P eating!
“I’m dead, and the whole text is finished and sprinkled.”
System: “No, you can revive infinitely until you complete the mission of saving the world.”
…
After half a month.
Chi Yu met the villain, the great devil again, and was pierced through his chest with a sword.
Two more months.
He was held in the arms of the villain, the great devil, and used as a shield for human flesh.
Chiyu: “…the mouth is fragrant.”
Five years later.
Chi Yu, who endured humiliation and was disabled and determined, successfully revitalized the love line of the original hero and heroine CP, which rekindled his fighting spirit, suppressed the villain, and saved the world.
After the incident, the clothes went away, and he hid himself deeply in the name, and “died” in the war.
…
However, her “death” collapsed across the board.
The Great Demon King ran wild and slaughtered the world.
System: “…We don’t know what went wrong, let’s do it again, shall we?”
Chiyu: “@#￥ system, you don’t have a mother.”

PS: Don’t look at the brutality of the copywriting, this article is 1v1, the love line is sweet and petty without abuse, the plot is Su Shuang sand sculpture (special settings, except for a little bit of abuse of the heroine)
The male protagonist does not have Bai Yueguang. The first generation only likes to do things, and the second generation only likes Chiyu.

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One sentence introduction: I save the world by being a demon

- Description from novelbuddy

He is very cold and passionate, Mu Yanwang, who means what he says. He has always regarded women as dirt but she, he has only spoiled her.

At first, he said with overbearing arrogance – “Even you are mine.” Afterwards, he gradually fell for the enemy – “Mine is yours.” Finally, he surrendered obediently, – “Ning Xiaofei, I’m also yours.”

Ning Xiaofei, his little wife. He just wants to put her in the palms of his hand, to love.

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[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.