WorldCrafter - Building My Underground Kingdom - Chapter 208: Cracked Vase

She fell into a novel.If she can find true love, then she’d be able to have a happy ending.However, after the story reached its end, what greeted her was death.And when she opened her eyes once more, she returned to the very same beginning.She fell in love yet again,But the ending was, still, death.Poison… strangulation… illness… falling… being crushed… burned alive… starved to death…As she welcomed her 117th birthday,Carynne Hare decided to become a mu*derer.

Seven years ago, she freely and easily abandoned ￥100 and ran away, carrying her unborn son with her. Seven years later, she returned with the lady killer’s genius son, never expecting that her darling son would sell her out to MBS International. Unexpectedly, her immediate superior was the Mr. ￥100 from seven years ago!

“Ah……painful”

Lying on the cold operating table, the girl’s sentimental feelings faded, a mysterious man took her innocence.

Meeting again, the mysterious man was actually a black bellied VIP, capturing her home, wanting to spoil her.

“Reporting to the Boss, some slag man came looking for the madame.”

“Directly bury him alive.”

“Reporting to the Boss, some slag lady was jealous that the Mrs. came first in a medical contest, and slapped the lady in the face.”

“Her slag face will be broken, send her straight to hell on earth to die.”

“Reporting to the Boss, the enemy is going to catch your wife and use her as a military doctor.”

“Immediately dispatch the armed forces, and bomb the enemy!”

“Reporting to the boss, the lady ran away from home, she said to tell the president she wants to give him a child……”

“F***, I did not feed her last night! Catch her, the army has seven days and seven nights of holiday, I have business to attend to!”

- Description from Novelupdates

In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.