The Waste is Reborn, Dov Stops Pretending, He Fights for the Favor of the Crazy Man
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When the real daughter returns, Chi Yue, a loser picked up by the sect master and whose cultivation level has improved, is forced to marry Li Che, a mortal disciple who is sick and about to die. She only thought about her senior brother, and on their wedding night, she drove Li Che away with bad words. Unexpectedly, this mortal husband would become the demon who slaughtered the entire Xuanyan Sect. She pierced Li Che's heart with a sword! But there was severe pain in my body, oh wow! Come back again. The five thunders of the red moon struck: beside the wedding bed, it was actually the day of getting married to Li Che! Kill him! It's tantamount to committing suicide! Chi Yue had no choice but to save his life. That is "concern": I am afraid that he will be hurt! Afraid of his death! Afraid that he will become a devil! Later, the wild child she picked up regained her identity. Chiyue is a divine realm where women are respected. The female lord of the Yiyue Divine Clan has hundreds of husbands. As a result, beautiful men from all walks of life came to seek marriage. Even the emperor of the world pointed to his three-year-old sons and asked Chi Yue: "There are eight sons in Gu Gu, are any of them satisfactory to the Lord?" From now on: The originally sickly mortal husband began to compete for favor every day: "I control the six realms, you control my body..." Dozens of handsome husbands complained aggrievedly outside the palace: "Honored Lord: Old Thirty-Eight has had a headache for thirty-eight days." Li Che half-opened his clothes, with ink spreading on his shoulders. He supported his body with one hand and coughed softly with his heart in his other hand. His voice was low and charming: "Thirty-eight's headache can only be alleviated by being by Madam's side..." Chi Yue glanced at the gods kneeling neatly on the other side of the hall and asked: "Are they the new navrang?" When the gods heard this, they looked at the thirty-eighth husband in horror: "Master God, let's go back and disfigure ourselves right now."
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