MTL - Immortal Executioner (Zhanxian) - Chapter 7 斩斩斩(2)

Because of a chain bracelet, Bai Min inadvertently crossed over thousand years to become Daxing dynasty’s Murong Feng.

She married the mischievous and unruly 4th Prince Sima Rui.

Won’t this marriage disappoint the owner of the soul and body?

From their uninterested beginning until they slowly getting to know each other and finally got together.

An accident made this marriage predestined by fate became an autumn dream.

Eventually Bai Min cannot resist the longing of the heart and also cannot avoid the calling of her lover in the dream. She abandoned everything to cross over a millennium once more.

This affectionate love without regret and willing to give up everything was met with continous twists and turns.

She made a pact with her lord to be fated for three lives. Across a millennium, was it possible not to disappoint this lifetime?

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50,000 years ago, Hell was destroyed because of too much Foul from the resentment of the souls that later turned to Soul Eaters and devoured everything in their wake, leaving nothing of Hell. The gods above in Heaven, in order to take care of the newly-died souls, created the Afterlife Department comprised of grim reapers.

Huo Ling was delivering food that day when he met Yi Bing and the guy gave him a warning. When he arrived to the customer's unit, he was killed.

Huo Ling: you set up a death flag for me!

Yi Bing: I'm a grim reaper. I'm the flag myself. Let me help you solve the mystery of your death.

Huo Ling: your sister!

Alternative title: The Different Ways I Died at 23

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