My dears, this book "Desire to Be a Slave" is really cruel. "He is like a pearl covered in dust. Even though he is down and out, he cannot hide his splendor, but he doesn't know whether there is salvation ahead... Or a deeper purgatory?" Bu Yuan Ao, the third son of the Bu family, was reduced to running for help in the past, just for the hope of life behind the gate of Weijia Castle. Whose heart is hurt by those anxious eyes between the messy hair? Miss Wei Si was delighted when she heard the news, but she didn't know that the sudden change in her father's expression in the study room had already laid the foundation for this relationship 💔 "Here we are... We will be saved." - But how did he know that when he stepped into this gorgeous door, what was waiting for him was not a marriage contract, but the abyss of humiliation and slavery? (But the setting of the male protagonist being a noble man in trouble was too good, I cried and chased him!) # # Identity Reversal # #
The two female protagonists Shuang Wen ➕ Xiong competes in Shura field ➕ Ancient power scheme ➕ Revenge ➕ Abuse scum ➕ Fake bones ➕ Non-shuangjie. The constant cutting and chaos are still there, Xiao Jinxin only has the world in her heart, men are just condiments, Ning Wanying only saves lives and heals the wounded, and men are just choices at every stage!
Hey hey hey hey these two books! Just read it. It's invincible. The first one is pure sadism. The process is funny and a little bit sad. The more you read it, the more sad it becomes. It's sad, sad, sad, sad. It makes your heart hurt. It's super beautiful. The second one is also super sad. But fortunately, the ending is good. It's really beautiful.
I dare to conclude that this time it is not an auditory hallucination. The sound was like an ice pick piercing my eardrums. I jumped up from my chair, my eyes darting around the empty room. "Stop looking, I'm in your heart." The voice sounded again, with a coldness like metal friction. I subconsciously covered my heart, and the beating under my palm was terrifyingly fast. Black mist suddenly emerged from the cracks in the ground and formed a human-shaped outline in front of my eyes. I clenched my fists and dug my nails into my palms, not even noticing that my fingertips turned white. "Who are you?" My voice trembled violently, like dead leaves swaying in the autumn wind. "I am Xuanting." When the black shadow spoke, the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly. The blood all over my body almost solidified - Demon Lord Xuanting? That legendary demon who terrifies the three worlds? "Do you want revenge?" I took half a step back and pressed my back against the cold wall. However, Xuan Ting let out a sinister laugh, with unspeakable sarcasm in his laughter: "Revenge? It's not necessary, but I'm very optimistic about you." Are you optimistic about me? I looked down at my scarred hands and coughed up a mouthful of blood. "I'm almost dead." I sneered, letting the taste of blood spread on my tongue. Xuanting seemed to be touched by these words. He was silent for a long time, and the words he asked made me shiver: "Tell me, do you regret it?" Regret? I lay back in my chair and looked at the mottled ceiling. Master's indifference when he kicked me out of the school, senior brother Chu Ziyu's determination when he stabbed me with his sword, and Yun Shu's sinister smile when he stepped on my face and took away the position of leader, these scenes were played in my mind in turn. "What do I regret? Everyone is mortal." When I said this, I felt that my soul was pulling away little by little. Xuanting's figure suddenly disappeared, and I woke up suddenly and found that I was still sitting on the chair. It turned out to be a dream? I rubbed my aching temples, but then I heard a knock on the door. Late at night, in the wilderness, who would come looking for me, a dying person? I blew out the candles, huddled in the darkness, and listened to the knocking on the door, which gradually slowed down and finally disappeared. The next day when I opened the courtyard door, I almost couldn't breathe. Chu Ziyu stood in the morning mist, his clothes still stained with dew. His voice when he called me "Xiaowu" was like a thorn. I turned around and closed the door, but heard his almost collapsed explanation outside the door. "Isn't that what you thought?" I sneered against the door panel, "You want to crush me to ashes, right?" When I left the small courtyard, I threw all the objects that could be tracked into the mountain stream. I thought I could be safe by hiding in a crowded town, but as soon as I settled in the restaurant, I turned around and bumped into Yun Shu. She crossed her arms, and the hatred in her eyes was even stronger than before. The sound of food being spilled on the floor was like my broken dignity. "Yunshu, what do you want?" My throat tightened and tears fell uncontrollably, "I'm almost dead, what else do you have to fight with me?" But she pinched my chin, her nails almost digging into my flesh: "Do you think you have paid off my debt?" I looked up at her twisted face, and suddenly felt extremely ridiculous. People who were once as close as sisters now wish that my life would be worse than death. "Are you satisfied?" I wiped away my tears and straightened my back, "Then can you let me go now?" Yun Shu's laughter was like a poisonous snake spitting a message: "Let you go? Please beg me. Kneel down and beg me." Her eyes were like poisoned knives, gouging out my heart. I gripped the hem of my skirt tightly, my nails carving new blood marks on my palms. Maybe as Xuanting said, I should die in this quagmire, but even if I die, I will never bow to them.
The tetralogy of a catastrophic story about a country, pure ancient language and power-based writing, a real group portrait of all members with online IQs. There is no absolute good or bad, and you will definitely cry every time you watch it! Everyone loves but cannot reach the ultimate level, it is hard to calm down and feel so empty after reading this