The Kind of Female Protagonist Who Is Very Calculating and Has Multiple Male Protagonists, but Won't Rely on Them.

1 穿 Wearing a Whistle to Show the World the Survival Rules of a Cannon Fodder Female Partner The Late Flying BirdModern Romance389k Wordsongoing 83Reads6.0Score—Shelves

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The first book is highly recommended, the heroine is very calculating! The female protagonists in the three books all started with a collapse of the world, and there were many male protagonists. However, the female protagonists were self-reliant and came out of a dead end step by step! Super pretty!

2 穿 After Dressing up as a Villain, She Assassinates the Protagonist Group Every Day Chao LianyunAncient Romance1.2M Wordscompleted 60.8kReads9.2Score10.5kShelves

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The first book is highly recommended, the heroine is very calculating! The female protagonists in the three books all started with a collapse of the world, and there were many male protagonists. However, the female protagonists were self-reliant and came out of a dead end step by step! Super pretty!

3 被 The S-Class Guide Secretly Coveted by the Mad Dogs of the Black Tower Medicine Is Northern MyanmarModern Romance776k Wordscompleted 115.2kReads9.0Score18.7kShelves

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The first book is highly recommended, the heroine is very calculating! The female protagonists in the three books all started with a collapse of the world, and there were many male protagonists. However, the female protagonists were self-reliant and came out of a dead end step by step! Super pretty!

7 权 Sequence of Power: the Eldest Lady Awakens in the Noble Academy Lop-Eared Rabbit Who Loves to Eat CorianderModern Romance487k Wordscompleted 48kReads8.9Score6.3kShelves

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Not a pure novel | Extremely bloody | Imaginary plot | Group fighting | Everyone is not a good person - the heroine Kyung Won-hee has transformed from the "legitimate heir" who was abandoned by her fiancé to the master of the night who controls the Black Triangle trade waters. - Refuse emotional redemption, use marriage as a chess game, use power to kill betrayers, and truly practice "selling marriage is worse than selling power." > "If dog blood is strong wine, this book is the aging wine for quenching the poison - Kyung Won-hee went from being a marriage sacrifice to the queen of the sea, and Han Si-su went from being an affectionate scumbag to begging for mercy; in the golden cage of the aristocratic academy, everyone is a hunter and a prey. Want to be strategist? It gives you the bloody trade of the Black Triangle! Want to reverse? It allows you to see through the price tag of 'true love'! The dull pain of 'not a good person', the real passion of 'not a good person' – do you dare to drink this poisonous wine?"

8 一 Dive into the Pile of Beautiful Men What Did I Do TodayAncient Romance1.4M Wordscompleted 79.6kReads9.5Score12.2kShelves

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The good-for-nothing eldest princess Wen Yu awakens the "crazy" attribute after passing through a book. On the surface, she is a "brainless beauty" that is ridiculed by the entire Internet, but in fact she holds a paintbrush and hides a secret. As a "x painter", she seduce the prime minister, generals, champions and other powerful officials of the dynasty, and deceived the men into the boudoir under the guise of "collecting style". These men came out of the house in disheveled clothes and were still devoted to her, but she calmly said: "I just have a pure creative relationship with them!" The plot is full of twists and turns. The heroine's "salted fish" persona hides a shocking life experience, and the competition between beautiful men for favor involves a conspiracy of imperial power. The heroine is "crazy and cowardly", full of verbal skills, and frequently makes sarcastic remarks, which is in sharp contrast to the traditional Machiavellian heroine setting, and is absurd and over the top. Each of the male characters is superb, including the scheming prime minister who plays hard to get, the cold-faced general who is jealous and jealous, and the champion prince who is an innocent scholar. The scenes in the Shura scene are full of laughs, making people unable to stop watching! In the early stage, the daily life of the heroine's "beautiful man collection" was full of laughter. In the later stage, the truth and the court line were gradually revealed. The two lines of sand sculpture and conspiracy went hand in hand, and the rhythm was relaxed and moderate. Those of you who like to be light-hearted and funny with a little bit of intrigue will definitely not lose money if you invest with your eyes closed!

9 慢 The Man Who Wears Slow Clothes Still Steals the Fragrance Little KnowledgeAncient Romance2.5M Wordsongoing 157.6kReads8.9Score31.1kShelves

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With a slow pace and a cool core, the heroine goes from lying down and being a loser to cheating all the way. There are new tricks in every world, multi-male Shura field + career lines are flying together, you won't lose money if you invest in it!

10 谁 Who Said She Was an Evil Girl? She Was Clearly the Bright White Moonlight Peach Blossom Reflection WineAncient Romance617k Wordscompleted 60.5kReads9.4Score9.4kShelves

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Except for 2️⃣ 1.3.4.5.6 Are all ancient house fights. They are all princesses. The female protagonists are super scheming. The male Shura field + controls the overall situation + the big female protagonist + multiple male protagonists. Important things are reminded three times. [Multiple male protagonists, multiple male protagonists, multiple male protagonists] The female protagonists are all seductive. The most beloved one is themselves. Those with emotional mysophobia should not click.

11 钓 The Petite Beauty of Fishing Style Survives in Shura Field Sparkling Little GoldModern Romance1.0M Wordscompleted 101.9kReads9.4Score16.2kShelves

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Except for 2️⃣ 1.3.4.5.6 Are all ancient house fights. They are all princesses. The female protagonists are super scheming. The male Shura field + controls the overall situation + the big female protagonist + multiple male protagonists. Important things are reminded three times. [Multiple male protagonists, multiple male protagonists, multiple male protagonists] The female protagonists are all seductive. The most beloved one is themselves. Those with emotional mysophobia should not click.

12 穿 Dressed as a Vicious Mother-In-Law, but with Multiple Male Protagonists The Golden Breeze Is ThinAncient Romance840k Wordscompleted 8kReads8.7Score947Shelves

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Except for 2️⃣ 1.3.4.5.6 Are all ancient house fights. They are all princesses. The female protagonists are super scheming. The male Shura field + controls the overall situation + the big female protagonist + multiple male protagonists. Important things are reminded three times. [Multiple male protagonists, multiple male protagonists, multiple male protagonists] The female protagonists are all seductive. The most beloved one is themselves. Those with emotional mysophobia should not click.

13 公 The Princess Is Flipping Cards Today, and All the Men Want to Be on Top DafanziAncient Romance374k Wordscompleted 2.1kReads7.3Score316Shelves

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Except for 2️⃣ 1.3.4.5.6 Are all ancient house fights. They are all princesses. The female protagonists are super scheming. The male Shura field + controls the overall situation + the big female protagonist + multiple male protagonists. Important things are reminded three times. [Multiple male protagonists, multiple male protagonists, multiple male protagonists] The female protagonists are all seductive. The most beloved one is themselves. Those with emotional mysophobia should not click.

14 异 The Queen of Superpowers Is Above, and All the Ministers Are Below A Good HomeAncient Romance806k Wordscompleted 2.6kReads8.9Score272Shelves

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Except for 2️⃣ 1.3.4.5.6 Are all ancient house fights. They are all princesses. The female protagonists are super scheming. The male Shura field + controls the overall situation + the big female protagonist + multiple male protagonists. Important things are reminded three times. [Multiple male protagonists, multiple male protagonists, multiple male protagonists] The female protagonists are all seductive. The most beloved one is themselves. Those with emotional mysophobia should not click.

15 美 Gathering of Beautiful Men: the Princess Only Wants to Be on Top Old Yellow RabbitAncient Romance3.3M Wordscompleted 28.3kReads7.4Score8.9kShelves

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Except for 2️⃣ 1.3.4.5.6 Are all ancient house fights. They are all princesses. The female protagonists are super scheming. The male Shura field + controls the overall situation + the big female protagonist + multiple male protagonists. Important things are reminded three times. [Multiple male protagonists, multiple male protagonists, multiple male protagonists] The female protagonists are all seductive. The most beloved one is themselves. Those with emotional mysophobia should not click.

16 七 The Seven Deadly Sins Cry, the Buddha Said That the Junior Sister Has No Heart Hanaki RiceAncient Romance1.0M Wordscompleted 22.8kReads9.5Score5kShelves

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Shadow in the mirror, mark on the heart She is a moving mirror, reflecting the good things hidden in your eyes and the evil buried in your bones. You hand out the rose, and she holds the fragrance of the whole spring; you raise the butcher knife, and her eyes are filled with endless coldness. Cause and effect is an invisible thread, one end is tied to your thoughts at the moment, and the other end is tied to her appearance at that time. "Song Zhao, have you ever regretted raising the whip?" Her voice fell into the air, like a pebble thrown into an icy lake. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his throat - it was her who touched his dumb hole with her own hands. She frowned and asked with a childlike stubbornness, "Why don't you answer?" No one knew that what was surging in his chest was not regret. It's hate. I hate that the sun and moonlight were too dim that day, so I couldn't clearly see the shadows hidden in the darkness; I hate that the whip in my hand was too light, and couldn't break the entangled roots. The shadow in the mirror was shaking, and the mark on his heart was burning. It turns out that the most painful thing is never the evil reflected in the mirror, but the itch that we know is evil but fail to eradicate. She suddenly smiled, and gently ran her fingertips across his throat, like teasing a trapped animal: "Forgot, I didn't let you talk." Before she finished speaking, the crisp sound of broken porcelain suddenly came from outside the door. It was Aruo, the little junior sister who always waited for him to come home with a bowl of medicine. She was holding on to the door frame at the moment, her face as white as rice paper, and the medicinal juice dripped from her fingers onto the bluestone, leaving dark traces. "Senior... Sister," Aruo's voice trembled like leaves in the autumn wind, "You said you would not hurt senior brother..." When she turned her head, the joking in her eyes instantly turned to ice: "Little girl, who allowed you to come in?" Song Zhao struggled violently, and the chain made a loud clang on the pillar. He saw the shallow scar on Aruo's neck - the knife she had blocked to protect him last year, which was now turning slightly red as she trembled. But she suddenly leaned over and breathed into Song Zhao's ear, her voice tinged with poison: "Guess, what would happen if she knew that I was actually the one who arranged that knife?" Song Zhao's pupils suddenly shrank. Aruo suddenly rushed over and hugged her leg tightly: "Senior sister, please let me go! I will give you whatever you want, including... Including my life!" She raised her foot and kicked her, but Song Zhao held her on his shoulders. The mute acupuncture point was not healed, so he could only make a whooshing sound, and the bloodshot eyes spread like spider webs. "Life?" She laughed even crazier, "How is your life as valuable as his? In order to save you, he pushed me into the poisonous swamp with his own hands..." These words struck Aruo's head like thunder. She raised her head suddenly and looked at Song Zhao, the trust in her eyes shattered into stars: "Senior brother... Is what she said true?" Song Zhao closed his eyes tightly, his Adam's apple rolling. And she suddenly untied his mute hole, raising her voice as high as she wanted the whole world to hear: "Tell me, Song Zhao! Tell me how you watched me being eaten by insects and ants in the poisonous swamp, but you hugged your little junior sister and ran away without looking back!" "No!" Aruo suddenly screamed, grabbed the broken porcelain pieces on the ground and scratched them into her wrists, "It's my fault! It's all my fault! Stop arguing -" As soon as the blood beads emerged, Song Zhao grabbed his wrist. His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper rubbed against wood: "Don't move." Then he looked at her, with no hatred in his eyes, only a dull grayness: "If you want to kill or behead her, come at me." But she suddenly covered her face and burst into tears. The tears mixed with the scars left in the poisonous swamp, and formed a strange river on her face: "Coming for you? Song Zhao, I don't want to. I want to look at the person you love the most, and know your true face little by little... Just like back then, I watched you hug her and throw me to hell." At this time, footsteps sounded again outside the door. It was the master who was leaning on crutches. He was holding the opened blood letter in his hand - it contained her cry for help after crawling out of the poisonous swamp. "Evil..." The master's crutch hit the ground hard, "Did you know that she is your long-lost sister?" Song Zhao looked up suddenly, as if he was recognizing the person in front of him for the first time. And she suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, staining the jade pendant on her chest red - it was left to him by his mother back then, and was later used by him as a token and given to her when she was "lost." "Brother..." Her voice was as light as a feather, "Look, this cause and effect is so funny..."

17 女 The Empress Concentrated on Her Career, and the Civil and Military Officials of the Court Fell in Love with Her. Hanaki RiceAncient Romance750k Wordscompleted 5.1kReads9.5Score804Shelves

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Shadow in the mirror, mark on the heart She is a moving mirror, reflecting the good things hidden in your eyes and the evil buried in your bones. You hand out the rose, and she holds the fragrance of the whole spring; you raise the butcher knife, and her eyes are filled with endless coldness. Cause and effect is an invisible thread, one end is tied to your thoughts at the moment, and the other end is tied to her appearance at that time. "Song Zhao, have you ever regretted raising the whip?" Her voice fell into the air, like a pebble thrown into an icy lake. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his throat - it was her who touched his dumb hole with her own hands. She frowned and asked with a childlike stubbornness, "Why don't you answer?" No one knew that what was surging in his chest was not regret. It's hate. I hate that the sun and moonlight were too dim that day, so I couldn't clearly see the shadows hidden in the darkness; I hate that the whip in my hand was too light, and couldn't break the entangled roots. The shadow in the mirror was shaking, and the mark on his heart was burning. It turns out that the most painful thing is never the evil reflected in the mirror, but the itch that we know is evil but fail to eradicate. She suddenly smiled, and gently ran her fingertips across his throat, like teasing a trapped animal: "Forgot, I didn't let you talk." Before she finished speaking, the crisp sound of broken porcelain suddenly came from outside the door. It was Aruo, the little junior sister who always waited for him to come home with a bowl of medicine. She was holding on to the door frame at the moment, her face as white as rice paper, and the medicinal juice dripped from her fingers onto the bluestone, leaving dark traces. "Senior... Sister," Aruo's voice trembled like leaves in the autumn wind, "You said you would not hurt senior brother..." When she turned her head, the joking in her eyes instantly turned to ice: "Little girl, who allowed you to come in?" Song Zhao struggled violently, and the chain made a loud clang on the pillar. He saw the shallow scar on Aruo's neck - the knife she had blocked to protect him last year, which was now turning slightly red as she trembled. But she suddenly leaned over and breathed into Song Zhao's ear, her voice tinged with poison: "Guess, what would happen if she knew that I was actually the one who arranged that knife?" Song Zhao's pupils suddenly shrank. Aruo suddenly rushed over and hugged her leg tightly: "Senior sister, please let me go! I will give you whatever you want, including... Including my life!" She raised her foot and kicked her, but Song Zhao held her on his shoulders. The mute acupuncture point was not healed, so he could only make a whooshing sound, and the bloodshot eyes spread like spider webs. "Life?" She laughed even crazier, "How is your life as valuable as his? In order to save you, he pushed me into the poisonous swamp with his own hands..." These words struck Aruo's head like thunder. She raised her head suddenly and looked at Song Zhao, the trust in her eyes shattered into stars: "Senior brother... Is what she said true?" Song Zhao closed his eyes tightly, his Adam's apple rolling. And she suddenly untied his mute hole, raising her voice as high as she wanted the whole world to hear: "Tell me, Song Zhao! Tell me how you watched me being eaten by insects and ants in the poisonous swamp, but you hugged your little junior sister and ran away without looking back!" "No!" Aruo suddenly screamed, grabbed the broken porcelain pieces on the ground and scratched them into her wrists, "It's my fault! It's all my fault! Stop arguing -" As soon as the blood beads emerged, Song Zhao grabbed his wrist. His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper rubbed against wood: "Don't move." Then he looked at her, with no hatred in his eyes, only a dull grayness: "If you want to kill or behead her, come at me." But she suddenly covered her face and burst into tears. The tears mixed with the scars left in the poisonous swamp, and formed a strange river on her face: "Coming for you? Song Zhao, I don't want to. I want to look at the person you love the most, and know your true face little by little... Just like back then, I watched you hug her and throw me to hell." At this time, footsteps sounded again outside the door. It was the master who was leaning on crutches. He was holding the opened blood letter in his hand - it contained her cry for help after crawling out of the poisonous swamp. "Evil..." The master's crutch hit the ground hard, "Did you know that she is your long-lost sister?" Song Zhao looked up suddenly, as if he was recognizing the person in front of him for the first time. And she suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, staining the jade pendant on her chest red - it was left to him by his mother back then, and was later used by him as a token and given to her when she was "lost." "Brother..." Her voice was as light as a feather, "Look, this cause and effect is so funny..."

18 香 She Is Very Healing and Well-Connected! Hanaki RiceModern Romance472k Wordscompleted 11kReads9.5Score1.7kShelves

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Shadow in the mirror, mark on the heart She is a moving mirror, reflecting the good things hidden in your eyes and the evil buried in your bones. You hand out the rose, and she holds the fragrance of the whole spring; you raise the butcher knife, and her eyes are filled with endless coldness. Cause and effect is an invisible thread, one end is tied to your thoughts at the moment, and the other end is tied to her appearance at that time. "Song Zhao, have you ever regretted raising the whip?" Her voice fell into the air, like a pebble thrown into an icy lake. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his throat - it was her who touched his dumb hole with her own hands. She frowned and asked with a childlike stubbornness, "Why don't you answer?" No one knew that what was surging in his chest was not regret. It's hate. I hate that the sun and moonlight were too dim that day, so I couldn't clearly see the shadows hidden in the darkness; I hate that the whip in my hand was too light, and couldn't break the entangled roots. The shadow in the mirror was shaking, and the mark on his heart was burning. It turns out that the most painful thing is never the evil reflected in the mirror, but the itch that we know is evil but fail to eradicate. She suddenly smiled, and gently ran her fingertips across his throat, like teasing a trapped animal: "Forgot, I didn't let you talk." Before she finished speaking, the crisp sound of broken porcelain suddenly came from outside the door. It was Aruo, the little junior sister who always waited for him to come home with a bowl of medicine. She was holding on to the door frame at the moment, her face as white as rice paper, and the medicinal juice dripped from her fingers onto the bluestone, leaving dark traces. "Senior... Sister," Aruo's voice trembled like leaves in the autumn wind, "You said you would not hurt senior brother..." When she turned her head, the joking in her eyes instantly turned to ice: "Little girl, who allowed you to come in?" Song Zhao struggled violently, and the chain made a loud clang on the pillar. He saw the shallow scar on Aruo's neck - the knife she had blocked to protect him last year, which was now turning slightly red as she trembled. But she suddenly leaned over and breathed into Song Zhao's ear, her voice tinged with poison: "Guess, what would happen if she knew that I was actually the one who arranged that knife?" Song Zhao's pupils suddenly shrank. Aruo suddenly rushed over and hugged her leg tightly: "Senior sister, please let me go! I will give you whatever you want, including... Including my life!" She raised her foot and kicked her, but Song Zhao held her on his shoulders. The mute acupuncture point was not healed, so he could only make a whooshing sound, and the bloodshot eyes spread like spider webs. "Life?" She laughed even crazier, "How is your life as valuable as his? In order to save you, he pushed me into the poisonous swamp with his own hands..." These words struck Aruo's head like thunder. She raised her head suddenly and looked at Song Zhao, the trust in her eyes shattered into stars: "Senior brother... Is what she said true?" Song Zhao closed his eyes tightly, his Adam's apple rolling. And she suddenly untied his mute hole, raising her voice as high as she wanted the whole world to hear: "Tell me, Song Zhao! Tell me how you watched me being eaten by insects and ants in the poisonous swamp, but you hugged your little junior sister and ran away without looking back!" "No!" Aruo suddenly screamed, grabbed the broken porcelain pieces on the ground and scratched them into her wrists, "It's my fault! It's all my fault! Stop arguing -" As soon as the blood beads emerged, Song Zhao grabbed his wrist. His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper rubbed against wood: "Don't move." Then he looked at her, with no hatred in his eyes, only a dull grayness: "If you want to kill or behead her, come at me." But she suddenly covered her face and burst into tears. The tears mixed with the scars left in the poisonous swamp, and formed a strange river on her face: "Coming for you? Song Zhao, I don't want to. I want to look at the person you love the most, and know your true face little by little... Just like back then, I watched you hug her and throw me to hell." At this time, footsteps sounded again outside the door. It was the master who was leaning on crutches. He was holding the opened blood letter in his hand - it contained her cry for help after crawling out of the poisonous swamp. "Evil..." The master's crutch hit the ground hard, "Did you know that she is your long-lost sister?" Song Zhao looked up suddenly, as if he was recognizing the person in front of him for the first time. And she suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, staining the jade pendant on her chest red - it was left to him by his mother back then, and was later used by him as a token and given to her when she was "lost." "Brother..." Her voice was as light as a feather, "Look, this cause and effect is so funny..."

19 寒 Spring Comes Through Cold Branches RabbitAncient Romance1.0M Wordscompleted 89.1kReads9.4Score17.9kShelves

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Shadow in the mirror, mark on the heart She is a moving mirror, reflecting the good things hidden in your eyes and the evil buried in your bones. You hand out the rose, and she holds the fragrance of the whole spring; you raise the butcher knife, and her eyes are filled with endless coldness. Cause and effect is an invisible thread, one end is tied to your thoughts at the moment, and the other end is tied to her appearance at that time. "Song Zhao, have you ever regretted raising the whip?" Her voice fell into the air, like a pebble thrown into an icy lake. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his throat - it was her who touched his dumb hole with her own hands. She frowned and asked with a childlike stubbornness, "Why don't you answer?" No one knew that what was surging in his chest was not regret. It's hate. I hate that the sun and moonlight were too dim that day, so I couldn't clearly see the shadows hidden in the darkness; I hate that the whip in my hand was too light, and couldn't break the entangled roots. The shadow in the mirror was shaking, and the mark on his heart was burning. It turns out that the most painful thing is never the evil reflected in the mirror, but the itch that we know is evil but fail to eradicate. She suddenly smiled, and gently ran her fingertips across his throat, like teasing a trapped animal: "Forgot, I didn't let you talk." Before she finished speaking, the crisp sound of broken porcelain suddenly came from outside the door. It was Aruo, the little junior sister who always waited for him to come home with a bowl of medicine. She was holding on to the door frame at the moment, her face as white as rice paper, and the medicinal juice dripped from her fingers onto the bluestone, leaving dark traces. "Senior... Sister," Aruo's voice trembled like leaves in the autumn wind, "You said you would not hurt senior brother..." When she turned her head, the joking in her eyes instantly turned to ice: "Little girl, who allowed you to come in?" Song Zhao struggled violently, and the chain made a loud clang on the pillar. He saw the shallow scar on Aruo's neck - the knife she had blocked to protect him last year, which was now turning slightly red as she trembled. But she suddenly leaned over and breathed into Song Zhao's ear, her voice tinged with poison: "Guess, what would happen if she knew that I was actually the one who arranged that knife?" Song Zhao's pupils suddenly shrank. Aruo suddenly rushed over and hugged her leg tightly: "Senior sister, please let me go! I will give you whatever you want, including... Including my life!" She raised her foot and kicked her, but Song Zhao held her on his shoulders. The mute acupuncture point was not healed, so he could only make a whooshing sound, and the bloodshot eyes spread like spider webs. "Life?" She laughed even crazier, "How is your life as valuable as his? In order to save you, he pushed me into the poisonous swamp with his own hands..." These words struck Aruo's head like thunder. She raised her head suddenly and looked at Song Zhao, the trust in her eyes shattered into stars: "Senior brother... Is what she said true?" Song Zhao closed his eyes tightly, his Adam's apple rolling. And she suddenly untied his mute hole, raising her voice as high as she wanted the whole world to hear: "Tell me, Song Zhao! Tell me how you watched me being eaten by insects and ants in the poisonous swamp, but you hugged your little junior sister and ran away without looking back!" "No!" Aruo suddenly screamed, grabbed the broken porcelain pieces on the ground and scratched them into her wrists, "It's my fault! It's all my fault! Stop arguing -" As soon as the blood beads emerged, Song Zhao grabbed his wrist. His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper rubbed against wood: "Don't move." Then he looked at her, with no hatred in his eyes, only a dull grayness: "If you want to kill or behead her, come at me." But she suddenly covered her face and burst into tears. The tears mixed with the scars left in the poisonous swamp, and formed a strange river on her face: "Coming for you? Song Zhao, I don't want to. I want to look at the person you love the most, and know your true face little by little... Just like back then, I watched you hug her and throw me to hell." At this time, footsteps sounded again outside the door. It was the master who was leaning on crutches. He was holding the opened blood letter in his hand - it contained her cry for help after crawling out of the poisonous swamp. "Evil..." The master's crutch hit the ground hard, "Did you know that she is your long-lost sister?" Song Zhao looked up suddenly, as if he was recognizing the person in front of him for the first time. And she suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, staining the jade pendant on her chest red - it was left to him by his mother back then, and was later used by him as a token and given to her when she was "lost." "Brother..." Her voice was as light as a feather, "Look, this cause and effect is so funny..."