Top-Class Insight: Start with Basic Fist Techniques - Chapter 22: It Seems You Need Help!

Yun Pianpian wears it into the novel and becomes the little palace maid on the background board.
The system made her Raiders become the tyrant Bai Yueguang.
The tyrant Xiao Changyuan has a sinister temperament, is violent, cruel, and cold. After the unification of the mountains and rivers, the people’s grievances boiled, and everyone got it and executed it.
The two fell off a cliff for some reason, Xiao Changyuan was bleeding and lost his memory.
“…woman, who are you?”
In the original book, Xiao Changyuan and the little palace maid both lost their memory. The two became brothers and sisters. They lived in Jiangjia Village for three years, and their relationship was like stagnant water. Yun Pian Pian decided to add a fire to the stagnant water. Boil it dry and let the love boil.
Yun Pianpian bit her rosy cherry lips, her apricot eyes filled with mist, and said delicately:
“Husband, I’m your wife, don’t you know me?”
The young emperor has a handsome and cold face, and his thin lips are tightly pursed.
The thick black ink eyes stared at her for a long time, and finally called her in a hoarse voice.
“…Miss.”
Yun Pianpian directed the tyrant to plough the fields, farm, cook, and wash clothes, and he lived happily ever after.
Until a rainy night, the east window incident happened, Yun Pian Pian’s face turned pale: “I’m sorry, I lied to you, I’m not your lady…”
Xiao Changyuan bit her red lips and rubbed against her ears, his eyes darkened and his voice hoarse.
“Miss, if you want to deceive, just deceive me to the end…”
My elegant, most likely to lie and deceive people, with a face full of hypocrisy.
But unfortunately, I love the way she lies and deceives people.
“Your hypocrisy, in my heart, are all sweet words.”
Xiao Changyuan’s heart was barren and cold and turned into a ruin.
But Yun Pian Pian danced gracefully above this ruin.
Makes him fascinated and haunted.
“She makes the abyss boil and makes love hot.”

#A tyrant escapes the archives alive and well#
[Healing to Redemption] [Sand sculpture is ridiculous] [Double C, 1V1]

One sentence introduction: The tyrant loves me like a madman! ! !
Purpose: to love yourself can you be loved by life!

Content tags: Traveling through time and space Female supporting sweet text
Search keywords: protagonist: Yun Pianpian, Xiao Changyuan ┃ supporting role: ┃ others: lies

- Description from novelbuddy

Holographic viewing technology allowed audience members to enter a movie and personally experience it for themselves. Naturally, romance movies were the most popular and well-received, while nobody was interested in horror movies.

Just when I got to know her, the hairy girl only wants to beat me up!Prim childhood sweetheart treads on me underfoot!Childhood friend turned sister suddenly demands I repay the kindness of upbringing?...Are all these twists of human nature, or the moral decay?Surrounded by young girls wielding knives, Shen Mo Dust trembles: 'Author, why do I only meet bad women?''What exactly are you not satisfied with, let's switch roles!'Jealous at having crafted the protagonist's peak of life with his own hands but without a single girl by his side, the author furiously slams the keyboard!(Spotting the little whips raised by the venerable readers, he picks up the keyboard again)The alternate titles of this book are 'They Shine Like Stars' and 'They Are Lonely Like Stars'.

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.