The Cold King and His Spoilt Wife: His Genius Consort Is Breathtaking - Chapter 114 - Escaping Pursuit

Reborn at the turn of the century, residing in Moscow, freshly off the plane, preparing to study abroad...Wang Ye only ever wanted a quiet life of modest wealth, to live his days in peaceful bliss.Yet, pushed along by the hand of fate, he found himself helplessly walking down the path towards becoming an oligarch!

One Hero Is Not Enough To Save The World.

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Amael, the hero, singlehandedly wiped out more than half of the entire demon race all on his own and even won against the demon king. This should have put him at ease but unfortunately for the human race, the demon king and his race were fated to come back to life again after thousands of years, just like it's always been.

“You may have won this time Amael, but the next time, there'll be no one as powerful enough as you to save this world” the demon king cackled with a malicious laughter as he faded away.

“This is only a temporary peace...”

“Very well then... If this is what I must do to completely eradicate them, then I will”

Amael then made a decision. A decision he had hoped would ensure the safety of the future for generations to come.

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“We were supposed to be dead, but when we both woke up, we found ourselves in this new world... a world that was all too familiar to both of us”

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Xuanqian Continent, where sects stood in great numbers and experts abounded.The youth, Zhou Heng, with a mysterious black Broken Sword in his Dantian, emerged from Origin Stone Town and fought his way to claim a piece of the world in this grand era.To the exceedingly wicked, kill!To those who bullied my friends and family, kill!To those who obstructed my path to enlightenment, kill!On the path to the heavens, I tread with songs, with a sword in hand, I alone am honored under the heavens!

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”