Mortal Cultivation - Chapter 201

(Female disguised as a man) Accidentally transmigrating into Long Aotian’s male novels is not scary, what is scary is transmigrating into a villainous little boss who will be tortured and killed by the male lead! ! Jiang Ru decided to cling to the male lead and change his fate. However, the hero is too sick and delicate, what should she do if she still feels that she can’t survive? ! Of course, thirty-six strategies are the best way to escape! Jiang Rudong hid in Tibet, fearing that the male protagonist would take him back and execute him Ling Chi, but on the way he heard that this sick and delicate king had a white moonlight who loved him to death… Hey, wait! Why is this Bai Yueguang… the same name as her? ! ! ! One day later, Jiang Ru realized that those who came out to mess around… always had to pay off their debts with their own bodies.

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In a world of countless schemes, where you are being manipulated at every moment,often without even knowing it.A world where you can't be sure if what you see is reality… or just another illusion crafted as part of a deeper scheme.This is the story of someone who survives it all kind of schemes both small and vast, some he understands, and others he never even realizes.Even he, who is constantly being schemed against, crafts schemes of his own against others.This is a world ruled by deception and Yuan will persevere it, shape it, and rise through it.------------English is not my native language, so please understand if there are any mistakes

Scheming female assassin transmigrated to become the weak Eldest Miss, her story is wonderful and stunning, attracting peach flowers to blossom open. Cold calculating emperor? Geniusly bad crown prince? Insidious happy-go-lucky prince? Gentle physician? Ice-cold mystery male? Who is her true love? Haha, but she only eats, definitely will not take responsibility! Beautiful men be careful!

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.