Top-tier Auntie in the Entertainment Industry - Chapter 107: Little Aunt 0

[Shuangjie, sweet pet, white and black, happy friends, 1v1]

The majestic master of Yunran, who is proficient in medicine, poison, and martial arts, lives happily like a fairy, but once he was struck by lightning, his soul turned into the bullied eldest lady of the Shangshu Mansion, and his life is not as good as a dog…

The step-sister regretted her marriage, and directly ordered someone to knock her unconscious and throw her on the sedan chair, and marry the man who was rumored to be suffering from eye and leg diseases.

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On the wedding night, Nangong Mo said to her:

“This king is blind and disabled and his life is not long. I don’t want to miss the beauty. You can reconcile and find another lover.”

Yunran replied affectionately: “People in the world often say that when you get married as a husband and wife, there is no doubt about your love. Now that you and I are married, we should never leave. I will accompany you to the last moment of my life.”

However, Nangong Mo heard her voice:

[Heli? Why do you want to reconcile? Living in your house, spending your money, and when you close your eyes and kick your legs, I will dig a hole and bury you, and then inherit your wealth, rich land and beautiful family, wouldn’t it be beautiful? 】

Nangong Mo gritted his teeth slowly: “Heh… very beautiful!”

- Description from novelbuddy

I failed and will challenge again.

Jian Wushuang was reborn in adversity. In order to get his revenge, he began to cultivate Heavenly Creation Skill. With the help of the Heaven defying cultivation method, Jian Wushuang gradually grew into a peerless genius from an ordinary practitioner. With a sword in hand, no one is his match. Using his extraordinary Sword Principle, he killed all his opponents and eventually became number one Sword Master from time immemorial.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.