My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser - Chapter 1209 Nothing good

In the previous life, Zuo Xian and his family had a turbulent quarrel, and refused the arranged marriage that they knew each other well.
For three years, Xiying moved behind the scenes to arrange a way for her with his savings.
But who knows, once Lin Qi became so popular, he immediately turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.
The former movie queen was ignored by no one, and she sadly quit the entertainment industry.
After an accidental car accident, when she opened her eyes again, time went back to the eve when she went to Lu Xingxian to divorce her.
It can be tricked by good fortune.
——she came back after all.

Zuo Xian appeared in front of the screen again, produced by a big IP! Hot headlines! Yuji front page!
Everything points to—
Sailor 1: Zuo Xian must have been unspoken!
Water Army 2: There must be something tricky with the director!
Sailor 3: How much did Yuji spend to get it!
However, not long after, the diva Lu Xingxian, who has been behind the scenes for many years, posted a photo on Weibo with the caption: Please advise me for the rest of my life.
——It was a wedding photo, and the person in the picture… was Zuo Xian!
Sailor 1: The photo must be of P!
Water Army 2: Little Xingxing’s account must have been stolen!
Sailor 3: Little Xingxing must have been threatened!
Half an hour later: Zuo Xian reposted that Weibo post with the caption: Although I went the wrong way, I met the right person. I have you for the rest of my life, please give me your advice.
The whole network erupted in an instant——
In fact, this is a story of a person who went wrong in his previous life and met the right person again in this life~

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In order to meet Zuo Xian, Lu Xingxian summoned all the teams that had been out of use for a long time.
When all the dust settled, he answered a phone call when he was leaving the house.
Lu Xingxian, who walked to the quiet room alone, listened to the familiar voice on the phone and said, “Axian, I can’t marry you.”
Lu Xingxian’s eyes were slightly red, but he said calmly to the other end of the phone, “Okay.”
“I keep this liking in my heart, it’s enough for you to be happy.”

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Of the ancient gods only one remained in the world. This god lived alone for thousands of years and no longer had any desires. Legend had it that during the great war between the worlds he used his powers to turn the tide managing to seal the cataclysmic rift bringing order back into the three realms. Time flew by and hundreds of years passed in the blink of an eye.

In this time Shen Li was born into the demon world. Known as the Azure Sky King she was used to living a bright and dazzling life full of successes. Little did she know that her 1000th birthday would bring misfortune to her doorstep – a politically arranged marriage with her name on it. The Azure Sky King would henceforth marry the thirty-third grandson of the Heavenly Emperor, Fu Rongjun. This arranged marriage was meant to unite the Heavenly realm with the Demonic Realm, bringing the two together. Most would consider it good fortune to be related to the Emperor.

Unfortunately Fu Rongjun was infamous throughout the two realms for his Casanova personality. As the King who called the shots in the Demonic Realm, she had the ability to quell uprisings and end wars with a swing of her silver spear – there was absolutely no way she would marry such a flirtatious idiot. She had to escape from this marriage somehow even if it meant death!

In her escape Shen Li, never expected to meet a man that didn’t belong to any of the three realms. This oddball was truly strange!

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Cliché! Cliché! Cliché!OP protag? Check.Beautiful girls? Check.Standard plot? Check.Sub par writing? Yes.Sit back, turn off your brain, and stuff yourself with this junk food novel! I would also like to add that this novel is a touch more romance heavy! A touch!I also post on Scribblehub, the main site I update on. If you like what you see, consider supporting me on patreon!

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”