Shadow Slave - Chapter 2224: Blood Ties

Having been reborn, she takes one glance at her ridiculously handsome husband and wonders if she had suffered from brain damage back then—she had actually demanded for a divorce with him. Repeatedly!

In her previous life, she had been deceived by her relatives who eventually led her to her tragic death. With this second chance at life, she vows to cozy up to her husband both literally and figuratively to destroy all her enemies and to take down the women who hid behind their scheming, innocent facades. She would be in control of her own happiness!

This is a sweet, doting love story featuring an intelligent female lead and a perfect male lead who’s good at turning her knobs.

- Description from Webnovel

The Luck Protection Center is affiliated to the Cosmic Alliance.
Its employees take the responsibility of safeguarding the stability of the world order, and will send defenders to guide the children of luck, so that the children of luck have a good life.
And the secret to being an ace defender.
“As long as you have a dedicated (xian shen) heart.”
Fu Xinghe kissed the profile of the person next to him.
The son of luck on this plane also loves me so much.
If you think the world is boring, life is meaningless.
If you are flawed and vilified by everyone.
If you are deceived, be abandoned.
So.
– Hello, I am Fu Xinghe. From today onwards, I will spend the rest of my life with you.
“You will love me, protect me, and respect me.”
“Nirvana and rebirth for me.”
You will love this world, you will turn the broken into a sharp blade, and you will erase the dust and shine.

【Love and protection, gentleness and healing are always the most powerful force. 】
[I want to spend the rest of my life with you until you grow old. 】
【Must see! 】【Must see! 】【Must see! 】
——Demining Guide——
1. The main attack text, irreversible. Mutual favor and partial attack, the arrow will be a little thicker when receiving the opposite attack.
2.1V1, subject to slice.
3. Fu Xinghe (attack): Hedonist, squeamish, harsh and gentle.
4. Shou is mostly destined, love at first sight, and strong for love. If you don’t like it, don’t enter.
5. Revenge is not the point, love is the theme, be careful (you can communicate rationally, don’t scold me!)
6. Some people like to suffer, and some people like to attack, but they are all single arrows, and the thunder is not allowed to enter. (In addition to the initial world, Xinghe has a first love boyfriend!)
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World 1: Fluffy and squeamish, cat X is indifferent to the outside world and pampered at home, the president (completed)
[Hint: Be careful, the supporting role may cause discomfort at the beginning]
World 2: Travel is angry every day painter X color blind brain circuit strange musician (completed)
World 3: Forced Women · School God X Angry School Scum · School Bully (Completed)
World 4: Spending money like land without money will die. Paper man X original love, money is like a stingy door, and now spending a lot of money. Designer (completed)
World 5: Little Sun Group’s Favorite Dragon Set·Actor X Dual Personality·Main Character, Veteran Officer, Deputy Personality, Clinging Spirit·Emperor (Completed)
Initial World: Fantasy? reality? (completed)

Content tags: Soft love, sweet text, fast crossing, modern overhead
Search keywords: protagonist: Fu Xinghe ┃ supporting role: pre-“You counterattack, I dedicate myself? Farewell”, which will be updated around 4.20 ┃ Others: main attack, fast wear, sweet text, mutual favor and partial attack
One-sentence introduction: The protection object took a fancy to me again, and I followed.

- Description from novelbuddy

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.