Betrayal of the Good Old Lord Masamichi

[This article has been signed for publication, and the progress is on Weibo@jinjianghewengwen] My husband Shen Changyi is a very boring person and I hate him. This person cannot make people happy, cannot make money to support a family, or even give birth to children. He talks very little and is extremely calm. His only advantage is that he loves me very much and never disobeys me. Shen Changyi is very busy. I accidentally heard him say that he was practicing on a certain mountain. But from what I can see, he has a temper that can't be beaten with eight sticks. He probably won't be able to make a name for himself. He might as well go home and farm to have a future. Not long after we got married, I betrayed him. I met a few people and they said they would give me a large sum of money as long as I drugged Shen Changyi when he came home. I was so fascinated at that time that I agreed without hesitation. * Shen Changyi was poisoned to death by that medicine. Only after his death did I realize that we were all characters in a book. He was busy because he had to practice and eliminate demons every day. He was not the protagonist. He was the master whom the protagonist respected and worshiped the most, and he was also the most powerful true immortal here. As long as he could survive the tribulation, he could ascend back to heaven. And I am his doom. He was never on guard against me, so I poisoned him to death. And after his death, I was killed by the protagonist in revenge for my master. I deserved it, but I didn't expect that I would live again, reborn on the day Shen Changyi came home. I thought I would hug my thighs tightly this time and be a little nicer to him, so I took the initiative to do the laundry and cooking, and even invited him to have sex with me. The look he looked at me was cold. Shen Changyi didn't say a word, but slowly extinguished the candle. ——He was actually reborn. That night, I was exhausted and lying on the bed panting, thinking in a daze, It turns out that he will be angry too. … Angry expression, lustful. * Double life, third person in the text —— Recommend your own pre-received articles of the same type, also about killing your husband. You can see the column~ Title: "Don't embarrass a widow" Copywriting: In the fifth year of my widowhood, my home was robbed. It was an ordinary night, and it was raining heavily outside. I took my children to the yard to collect clothes. When he opened the door again, several masked people appeared out of thin air in the house. Snow-white lightning illuminated their masks, sitting or standing, with playful smiles in their eyes. I was shaking all over and smelled the strong smell of blood in the air. I heard that there is a kind of demon in the world who specializes in killing people for fun. The four masked people in front of me are probably not human. In the room, the only young man sitting in black clothes looked at me enthusiastically in the dark night for a long time, his eyes full of undisguised desire. Pushing away the man next to him who was drawing a sword, he said politely, "Hey, don't embarrass a widow." "The road is slippery on rainy days and the mountain road is difficult to travel. Can we stay here to avoid the rain all night?" I stiffened and could only nod in agreement. From then on, they refused to leave. Night after night, the rain stopped falling. I was caught several times when I ran away. He seemed to know my thoughts very well. No matter what I did, he would guess it. The two cubs and I were tied up. The young man in black waved his folding fan and ordered his men to cook for me. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I found my husband's tablet and showed it to him, trying to dispel his enthusiasm. He actually threw me directly onto the bed. I struggled to no avail. "I have a husband." "I've seen the tablet." "I have children." "I happen to not have any." "... I'm sick, and I'm so angry that I kill someone." "What a coincidence, I am also sick and I especially like to be killed." He forced me to marry him, and from then on I really abandoned my evil ways and turned to good deeds, making soup with my hands. The only requirement for me was not to take off his mask. However, one day, I secretly took off the mask while he was sleeping. The hair on my body stood on end, and I backed away in horror, as if I had seen a ghost. ——That is the face exactly like that of my late husband. He didn't know when he had woken up, stared at me intently, and suddenly chuckled. "Didn't I say I wouldn't let you pick it?" * Shang Xinglan accidentally lost all his memory after falling into the devil. He thought he would never remember why he became a demon until he accidentally hid in a farmer's house. The peasant girl was a very pitiful and beautiful little widow. He fell in love with her at first sight and fell in love with her. However, the little widow kept saying that he was her beloved husband, which made people jealous. Until one day, the little widow threw the tablet of her beloved husband in front of him. He was stunned as if struck by lightning. There was a line of big words written clearly on it, Shang Xinglan, husband of Chu Li. He remembered. ——Five years ago, he was pushed off the cliff by his good wife. She was crippled at the bottom of the cliff and wanted to crawl back and kill her, so she became a demon. Mission: Hard work and self-reliance.