MTL - Good Luck in the Year of the Pig - Chapter 3 unmarried guilty

In The Swordsman, I am Yue Buqun! In Legend of the Condor Heroes, I am Ouyang Feng! In Tianlong Babu, I am Ding Chunqiu! …In Datang Shuanglong, I am Shi Zhixuan! …I am me, a big villain boss who walks in the heavens!

 Swordsman, The Legend of the Condor Heroes, The Eight Parts of the Dragon, Little Li Feidao, The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty, Fengyun, Zhuxian, Yangshen, Shading the Sky, Perfect World, Eternal Life…

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[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.

Damian, a Centurion of the Punishment Unit of the Baroque Kingdom. “Damn it.” Just once. If I were given just one more chance… ‘I would have truly conquered the battlefield with these guys.’ At the age of 30, he closed his eyes on a nameless battlefield. But when he opened them, he found himself back 17 years in the past. And this time, he had a perfectly functioning mana core that could wield magic. ‘This time.’ I will rise higher than anyone else. I won’t be swept away by the turbulent times. ‘I will conquer.’ Damian, who has returned to the past, wields his spear toward the world.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”