Do You Want a Fresh Crematorium for Chasing Your Husband?
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I chased my wife until I was reborn, but my betrayed wife woke up. Husband Chasing System Search. You ignored me in the previous life, but you cannot reach me in this life. My wife in my previous life abandoned me ruthlessly as soon as she ascended to the position of empress!
Talented but let down, the musician fell in love with a variety show after awakening, ripped apart his scumbag ex-wife, and made a counterattack to become a top celebrity!
[Sweet Pet#Reversal#Chasing Husband Crematorium] When Shen Wanyou thought about it later, she felt that the most outrageous part of her and Fu Siheng's story was not that she was cheating, but that she had been cheating for two full years, and it wasn't until the day of graduation that she discovered that this man had been pretending to be poor from beginning to end.
I married the most noble man in Jiangcheng, and everyone laughed that I was his substitute for Bai Yueguang. The contract is for one year and he will leave when it expires. He was cold and distant, but the study kept a secret of butterflies similar to my mother's relics. When my family went bankrupt and he "Bai Yueguang" came back with his conspiracy to force me to give up my position. The man who clumsily comforted me on a rainy night.
The young couple have a close relationship and are extremely affectionate. The mother-in-law is busy trying to force each other to death and beat the mandarin ducks with a stick. She wants to sell her daughter to seek glory and climb up the social ladder, but she doesn't know that the good-for-nothing son-in-law she looks down on is the unattainable existence [smirk] [snicker] [snicker]
Two years ago, he was my go-to guy who came and went when I called him. He gave me an umbrella despite a high fever, but I thought he was slow; he bought me a cake during a typhoon, but I called him stupid. Until that day, he begged me to pick him up in a heavy rain, and I only replied with three words: "I won't go." He hung up the phone in silence, stood in the rain all night, and then disappeared completely. Two years later, the chief designer of Party A who I begged for turned out to be him. At the celebration banquet, I walked up to him holding a red wine glass and tried to save him: "Jiang Yan, let's start over, okay?"
Oh, my god, choose him, these are the books, you can't go wrong. They are very, very, very good. I keep talking about important things. I hope you don't miss them. Kisses, kisses.
The bonfire crackled, and orange light danced on several tired faces. It was already the third night after leaving Wugu Village. In order to avoid possible spies and ambushes, Lin Feng chose a more circuitous but relatively hidden mountain road. We traveled during the day and camped in a leeward mountain col at night. Zhao Tiexin fiddled with the fire with a branch, chewed the hard dried meat in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Mr. Lin Qi, how many brothers have you brought this time? You are so tough!" Lin Feng was sitting opposite the fire, wiping his saber with a soft cloth. The blade of the knife reflected the fire, and the cold light circulated. "Twenty, all old brothers who have followed me through life and death." He raised his head and glanced at Shen Yuan, who was leaning against a tree not far away and had his eyes closed. "The commander gave a death order and must bring all the people back to Qingzhou tail-to-tail?" Shadow Blade sneered and whittled a piece of wood with a short knife. "The two groups of spies on the road didn't mean this. If your brothers hadn't been smart and pulled out the nails in advance, we still don't know who is sitting here warming up now." Lin Feng's hand wiping the knife paused and did not answer. He knew what Shadow Blade meant. Less than a hundred miles away from Wugu Village, they discovered two traces that had been placed far away. The other party is very cunning. He doesn't come close, but follows him from a distance, like a rat in the gutter. Lin Feng made a prompt decision and sent two veterans who were best at tracking and counter-tracking in the mountains to go over. In the end, they only brought back two corpses that had committed suicide by poisoning. Except for the mark of Yingsha Tower, nothing was found on their bodies. Su Wanqing sat a little further away from Shen Yuan, with a thin book spread out on her lap, recording something by the light of the fire. She wrote a few strokes and then paused, as if she was sensing the movement around her. Qingnang leaned against the stone shield and took a nap, while Wu Laodao was leaning against the fire, using a small clay pot to boil the herbs picked along the way, muttering "get rid of the moisture." "Master Shen," Lin Feng suddenly spoke, his voice low, but everyone around the campfire could hear it, "What do you think of the commander's letter?" Shen Yuan opened his eyes. The firelight danced in his eyes, making it difficult to see his emotions. "The letter said, go back for an interview." His voice was a little hoarse, which was due to the weakness of the injury, and it also carried a kind of calmness. "Master Gu mentioned the special envoy of the 'Tianji Pavilion'... Mr. Lin, do you know the origin of the 'Tianji Pavilion'?" Lin Feng put the knife back into its sheath and shook his head: "The commander didn't go into details. All I know is that the Evil Suppression Department is divided into two lines, 'light and dark'. Those of us who go out in the field and catch weirdos are the bright line. There are also some people who are not under the control of the local commanders, but directly under the deepest command of the headquarters. They specialize in dealing with things that... Are not on the stage, or are involved in too big things. Tianji Pavilion may be in charge of the latter." He paused and lowered his voice: "Master Shen, Deacon Su, there is something I don't know whether to say or not." Su Wanqing closed the book and looked over: "It's okay to say it, Mr. Lin Qi." "In addition to the response, there is another sentence I received - 'Pay attention to Shen Yuan for any abnormality. After arriving in Qing, isolate him for investigation and let the special envoy decide.'" When Lin Feng said this, he did not look at Shen Yuan, only staring at the fire. The air suddenly became quiet. Even Qing Sang, who was napping, opened his eyes. Zhao Tiexin's eyebrows rose, the short knife in Shadow Blade's hand stopped, and the firelight reflected from the blade shone coldly on Lin Feng's face. "Isolation? Pending investigation?" Zhao Tiexin raised his voice, "What do you mean? Brother Shen worked hard..." "Brother Zhao." Shen Yuan interrupted in a calm tone, "General Manager Lin just passed the order." He looked at Lin Feng: "I understand. Thank you General Manager Lin for being honest." Lin Feng clasped his fists and said nothing more. Some words, just stop there. He is a soldier and follows orders. But along the way, the evil aura rolling out from the sea of blood on Shen Yuan's group, and the cold aura Shen Yuan occasionally exuded that made his heart palpitate, made him understand that the young man in front of him was no longer the trainee Tiqi who needed his care. An order is an order, but Lin Feng has a clear idea of how to do it. In the latter half of the night, Lin Feng's two Lao Tiqi were keeping watch. One was called Lao Hui and the other was Yao Zi. They were both night owls with very poisonous eyes. Shen Yuan didn't sleep. He sat cross-legged in the leeward position, his consciousness sinking into his body. The system interface is running stably and the injury data is slowly improving. But what caught his attention the most was the "ember" between his eyebrows. After a few days, it seemed to be more "active". It's not an increase in strength, but an indescribable "sense of presence" that has increased. When he concentrated, he could even vaguely "see" it - an extremely tiny, pure white light point, quietly suspended in the depths of the sea of consciousness, emitting constant warmth. This warmth slowly nourished his damaged soul and meridians, and was more effective than any elixir. He tried, separated out a very fine thought, and gently touched the light spot. In an instant, fragments of a vast, compassionate, and endlessly tired ancient thought washed over me! Not complete thoughts, but more like the remnants of memories imprinted deep in the "embers" - · The sky-high flames burned the filth, and countless blurry figures were reduced to ashes in the fire, but with smiles of relief... · A little light rose from the ashes, stubbornly refusing to be extinguished... · In the endless dark void, the outline of a huge, incomplete, and cracked "door" was looming... · Hoarse, overlapping, and malicious whispers seeped out from the cracks in the "door": "Key... Need key..." Shen Yuan snorted and immediately cut off the contact. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Those scenes... Are the memories before the fire went out? That "door" is the "door" mentioned in the letter between Mutugong and Gu Mingyuan? Key? What key? Could it be that what Hu San and the others are looking for is the "key"? "Ember" was slightly hot, as if responding to his confusion, but also as a warning. "Master Shen, can't you sleep?" Su Wanqing's voice sounded softly. She came over at some point, holding the record book in her hand. "Yeah. Think of something." Shen Yuan wiped the sweat from his forehead. Su Wanqing sat down next to him, was silent for a moment, and said: "I know something about the 'Tianji Pavilion'. They do not directly deal with strange events, but specialize in the study of 'weird origins', 'abnormal rules of the world', and... Some ancient secrets. It is said that their authority is extremely high, and their actions are... Not very constrained by conventional categories. Their intervention means that the chief executive believes that the 'mark of the door' and 'embers' on your body may have touched something fundamental." She looked at Shen Yuan, her eyes clear in the night: "Are you afraid?" Shen Yuan tugged at the corner of his mouth without a smile: "Is fear useful? The day I woke up from the morgue, the word fear had nothing to do with me." He paused, "I just want to know what this 'ember'... Wants me to do. And that 'door', what is behind it." Su Wanqing lowered her head and unconsciously rubbed the edge of the book with her fingers. "Perhaps, the answer lies in the 'Ancient City of Thousand Caves'. The clues from Mutugong and Yingsha Tower point there." She raised her head, "After I go back, if the headquarters wants to 'isolate and examine' you, I will apply to participate. Some research requires first-hand observers." The protective meaning in these words is obvious. Shen Yuan glanced at her and nodded: "Thank you." "No need. It's also for research." Su Wanqing looked away and her tone returned to her usual cold tone. A night owl's cry was heard in the distance. Lao Hui and Yaozi scanned the dark forest with vigilance, their hands on their knives.