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The day the system forced me to marry a paper man, I tore up my wedding dress with my backhand.
Raw rice was sprinkled on the sedan chair, and chicken blood was poured on "Daiyu"——
Until I saw that familiar boy
He grabbed my throat and pressed me against the broken marriage certificate. His voice was hoarse and hoarse:
"Jiang Feng, I have played this game three thousand times."
"Every time you escape, the rules will crush me."
"But guess what?" He smiled until his eyes were blood red, "Seeing your panicked eyes... I actually thought it was worth it."
Later, the truth was torn apart, and bloody memories flooded back:
It turns out that this strange red building that trapped me is the tomb of his delusion where his soul has been waiting for me for hundreds of years.
"Are you afraid?" He wiped the blood from my lips, his fingertips trembling violently, "It's still too late to escape now..."
I grabbed his blood-stained collar and bit his lips amid the paper money:
"Ling Qingyang, come to worship."
"This time, I want you to see with your own eyes - how I marry you."
He risked reincarnation to build a tomb, waiting for me to lie down in the coffin willingly.
I burned all the rules as a betrothal gift and kissed the scar between his eyebrows that had not healed for a hundred years.
Dream of Red Mansions only touches on the background of the first few chapters. If you have not read it, it will not affect your reading.
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◆1V1+HE｜Leng crazy paranoid widow × reason to kill the academy guest
◆Rule decryption + past and present lives + two-way redemption
◆I flow in the red building · Weird aesthetics
Purpose: Learn from history
