The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot - Chapter 69 - : 067 Not Qualified to Play "Sun and Moon" [2 updates]

[Beauty with a delicate body and soft body VS the prince of war god who is cold outside and hot inside]

In the eyes of the world, Shen Mingjiao, the side concubine of Prince Su’s mansion, is extremely beautiful. King Naihesu is obsessed with Crown Princess Su Qing. Shen Mingjiao has been in the mansion for ten years, King Su has never stayed in her courtyard once, and even recorded the illegitimate child outside under her name, and finally died in the palace change, what a pitiful person!

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Shen Mingjiao: “…” How can she be pitiful?

Is it because the garden of the palace is not big enough, or the days of shopping are not enjoyable enough, or the cheap son is not cute enough!

If King Su wants to guard his body for Bai Yueguang, let him guard it. Such a marriage does not need to sacrifice both spirit and body. King Su is definitely a good husband who is 24 filial!

After being reborn, Shen Mingjiao originally wanted to go through the plot with peace of mind, but… after blowing on the newly dyed Kou Dan, it seemed a bit insincere to watch King Su miss Bai Yueguang!

But he never thought that in the previous life, King Su, who had always been cold-hearted when he saw her, would come up to her by himself.

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Feng Lisheng married Shen Mingjiao only out of sympathy. At first, it was just that the palace had added more chopsticks. Later, seeing that the palace had become more alive under her care, the rough guys under him were finally able to eat well. Hot meal.

In this way, year after year, he gradually got used to having such a person in the palace, he always thought that Shen Mingjiao was like the bright lights of the palace in the dark, no matter how long he was away, she was always there.

Until that day, he rushed all the way from the border into the palace, saw her lying silently in a pool of blood, at that moment, his eyes turned red and he went crazy.

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PS: Double life.

The hero only wants to fall in love.

The heroine only wants to be a salted fish vase.

Shen Dongqing is a powerful, thousand-year-old ghost. He had just possessed a body and hadn’t even relaxed for two days yet when he was pulled into a white, parallel world.

On the first day of the Infinite Nightmare Game:
Other players tremble, crying and wailing wanting to go home.
Shen Dongqing eats, sleeps, and plays ‘Fight the Landlord’ (card game).

The second day:
Other players are chased endlessly by ghosts, crying loudly ‘Save me!’
Shen Dongqing eats, sleeps, and plays ‘Fight the Landlord’.

The third day.
Shen Dongqing……
The ghosts finally set their sights on this lazy player. The other players watch on in glee. As a result, who knew that this slim and pale youth would stand up and easily dispatched the ghosts with his bare hands.

Other ghosts: Can’t afford to disrupt this elder. Let’s go, let’s go.

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