Reformation of the Deadbeat Noble - Chapter 384: Flower 4

When Yuan Zhi met Song Jiyun for the first time, Song Jiyun was conspiring with her brother-in-law to take over the family business;

When Yuan Zhi met Song Jiyun for the second time, Song Jiyun was planting and framing others with her breast brother;

When Yuanzhi met Song Jiyun for the third time, Song Jiyun’s breast brother was no longer by her side, but she was winking at his good brother…

Scholars can bear it, but he can’t bear it. Yuan Zhi decided… to feed the tiger with his body, and took Song Jiyun, a demon girl!

- Description from novelbuddy

Meng Yang had done a lot of s*upid and wrong things in his life. Jumping around like a clown, annoying and unpleasant. Only after his tragic death did he know that he was a cannon fodder written in a book who only existed to set off the protagonist shou.

Xu Xing Zhi wrote in his story: At the mountain, near the ocean was a group of villains, they are cute and clever. They are fantastic oddities of every description, they are industrious and conscientious, they want to escape from the prison.

Afterward, he transmigrated into the story. The world said: Your presence disrupted the balance of the world.

You will have to kill those villain bosses that escaped from the prison.

Xu Xing Zhi said: “Sorry, I am a salted fish.”

The world said: “It’s alright, the villain is your junior brother that you pampered from young, he listens to you the most.”

Xu Xing Zhi: …… I did not write this.

Boss with a gentle face: “ Senior brother, you love this gold necklace or this silver necklace? You slowly choose, I will listen to you.”

Xu Xing Zhi: “….. I really did not write this.

-this, was all you wished.

Meng Zhong Guang softly said: “… but if I lost Senior Brother, I really will have nothing left.”

This heart, ridding with gaping wounds, filled with pus and sore, had truly loved you before.

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Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.