
The Emperor's Blessed Little Empress
by Bisangsang
About This Novel
The second young lady of the Jun family has returned with a full body of soul power. She can come over to fight with others, but her soul power is not afraid of anything. What? There is a ghost clan who specializes in soul power... Then awakening spiritual power, what? The human race can already cultivate both spirit and martial arts... "Liao Chen, am I not smart?" "You are strong." "Liao Chen, am I very special?" "Somewhat special, the soul power of the ghost clan, the level of the fairy clan." "Am I the same? "You don't have the blood of the immortal clan." "Liao Chen, what is my attribute?" "I have the unique attribute of the divine beast clan." "You don't have anything."
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Stories from those years
That year, when I was 9 or 11 years old, I told her that I would marry her in the future, and she naughtily replied: "Okay!" That year, I was 12 years old, maybe 14 years old, and the girl was a head taller than me. I raised my head and told her that I liked her. She listened blankly, said nothing, then turned her head and stopped looking at me. That year, I was 18 years old, like 20 years old, I had been working outside for a year, and she was still attending a key university. I could no longer say that I liked her, because I felt that I was not worthy of her at all. I left what I wanted to say to her. I will tell her everything when I am good enough for her. In the next four years, I never had the chance to see her again. I heard that she was already working. What I was more concerned about was whether she could become a wife and a mother. Later. My career was gradually getting on the right track, and I was no longer embarrassed by money. When I saw her again, it was in Dongguan, in a dim room, just the two of us. After a long silence, she finally spoke: "Babai, seeing that you are an acquaintance, I will accept it." You can give me five hundred." I tried my best to stop shaking and said, "Come with me." Her eyes were dull, then flickered for a moment, and then she said like a fire extinguishing, "I'm not worthy of you, I'm just a young lady. I still have guests, nothing to do, I'll leave first." She just left without any fuss. Later, I saw her on TV. She was being held by two policemen, with a calm look on her face. The TV didn't even cover her face. She was dangling in front of me, letting her bump into my heart until it broke! When I saw her later, it was she who called me. She was on the roof of the building, and I looked up at Ru Ru downstairs. I just stared at her for a long time, and she left without leaving a word. The next news about her was a year later, when her mother called me, saying that she was ill and could not be treated, and that she wanted to see me one last time. I can't accept it, I'm very depressed. When I arrived at the hospital, in front of her bed, I saw that her pale face had become much thinner. She smiled at me, I don't know how ugly her smile is, but she also smiled at me, just like when she was seven years old, her smile was still as innocent and bright. She raised her hand, and I hurried over to hold her hand. The tears couldn't help but fall down. She said in a low tone, "I, I want to A thumbs up. "
The most beautiful years of youth! How can we not let go and fight for the end of the world? Even if it is a weak light, we must spread it to the place that needs the most warmth.
Why do I prefer Mo Lin as the male protagonist compared to Chen 😂😂
Such a relaxing feeling
It reads like a joke, 😽😽😽
It feels pretty good, but... Why are there so few people interacting? I'm not a good kid if I just read and comment.
The author is great, who is the male protagonist?
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Official(98)Scraped 6d ago
Stories from those years
That year, when I was 9 or 11 years old, I told her that I would marry her in the future, and she naughtily replied: "Okay!" That year, I was 12 years old, maybe 14 years old, and the girl was a head taller than me. I raised my head and told her that I liked her. She listened blankly, said nothing, then turned her head and stopped looking at me. That year, I was 18 years old, like 20 years old, I had been working outside for a year, and she was still attending a key university. I could no longer say that I liked her, because I felt that I was not worthy of her at all. I left what I wanted to say to her. I will tell her everything when I am good enough for her. In the next four years, I never had the chance to see her again. I heard that she was already working. What I was more concerned about was whether she could become a wife and a mother. Later. My career was gradually getting on the right track, and I was no longer embarrassed by money. When I saw her again, it was in Dongguan, in a dim room, just the two of us. After a long silence, she finally spoke: "Babai, seeing that you are an acquaintance, I will accept it." You can give me five hundred." I tried my best to stop shaking and said, "Come with me." Her eyes were dull, then flickered for a moment, and then she said like a fire extinguishing, "I'm not worthy of you, I'm just a young lady. I still have guests, nothing to do, I'll leave first." She just left without any fuss. Later, I saw her on TV. She was being held by two policemen, with a calm look on her face. The TV didn't even cover her face. She was dangling in front of me, letting her bump into my heart until it broke! When I saw her later, it was she who called me. She was on the roof of the building, and I looked up at Ru Ru downstairs. I just stared at her for a long time, and she left without leaving a word. The next news about her was a year later, when her mother called me, saying that she was ill and could not be treated, and that she wanted to see me one last time. I can't accept it, I'm very depressed. When I arrived at the hospital, in front of her bed, I saw that her pale face had become much thinner. She smiled at me, I don't know how ugly her smile is, but she also smiled at me, just like when she was seven years old, her smile was still as innocent and bright. She raised her hand, and I hurried over to hold her hand. The tears couldn't help but fall down. She said in a low tone, "I, I want to A thumbs up. "
The most beautiful years of youth! How can we not let go and fight for the end of the world? Even if it is a weak light, we must spread it to the place that needs the most warmth.
Why do I prefer Mo Lin as the male protagonist compared to Chen 😂😂
Such a relaxing feeling
It reads like a joke, 😽😽😽
It feels pretty good, but... Why are there so few people interacting? I'm not a good kid if I just read and comment.
The author is great, who is the male protagonist?










