The Demon Lord Is An Angel - Chapter 45: Daisy The Destroyer

Completed · Pet NovelThe first time they met, he coldly told her: I hate idiots the most, from now on you must keep a five-meter distance from me.From then on, the Demon young master started getting his face slapped crazily.“Xia Xiyang, who approved you to be so far away from me?!”“Xia Xiyang, if you're cold, I allow you to hide in my embrace.”“Xia Xiyang, come here!”Wait, hold on. What happened to keeping your distance?!Before meeting him, Xia Xiyang had nothing.After meeting him, Xia Xiyang embarked on a life as if she had special advantages, with his love and backing, she started a crazy face-slapping mode of crushing scumbags, forcefully reclaiming everything that belonged to her!Until one day, Xiyan discovered his other identity, which turned out to be...

Florentia was reincarnated as the illegitimate child of the richest family in the empire.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.