Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1567: Smudged Lipstick [Part 1]

It’s a story that happened long, long ago, in a continent far, far away, about gods and mortals, sword and magic, war and peace, and of course love and hatred.

Amon was a poor miner’s son in a remote town in the kingdom of Hittite. Along with the discovery of a marvelous gem, his fate was changed. People on this land called it Gods’ Tear. But wait, what were the gods? It was said that the gods created the world. Then who created the gods?

Forced by the tantalizing fate, Amon had to struggle to find out the truth behind this world of magic and gods……

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When he was five years old, Xiao Yihan swaggered into Jiang Wei’s room, hugging his little quilt: “Jiang Xiaowei, there’s no one at my home. My dad doesn’t feel assured leaving me alone and told me to come over and sleep at your place.”Jiang Wei stared at him with her wet, round eyes: “If you sleep here, where will I sleep?”Xiao Yihan patted the spot next to him on the bed and said with a serious little adult-like expression: “Here. After all, I’m going to marry you sooner or later. Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility!”Jiang Wei: “……”What kind of responsibility could a little kid who only plays in the mud take?A story with a bit of sweetness about a cold, aloof dance major girl versus a mischievous medical school heartthrob guy.

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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.