Pre-collection of "My late husband is resurrected, but I am with his brother..." And "Sentinel She Becomes a Guide Every Night", please collect them
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Xiang Xie is a game enthusiast who has been bedridden for a long time.
She has always only tried to increase her combat power, and is not interested in the plot lines and emotional lines in the game.
So when she walked into "Fanatical Relationships," she was confused.
This is a dark B-game world set in a future sin city.
Control freaks, voyeurs, psychopathic twins... And even serial killers are all targeted by the heroine.
Before experiencing an exciting and wonderful love, you must first be prepared to save your life. If you are not careful, you will play all kinds of bloody BE. Countless players failed to conquer the game and were brutally killed.
Xiang Xie: "God, what are you doing for me now? Is this still in China?"
Fortunately, she picked the SSS-level talent [Lord of Violence]
"Violence will bring you praise and admiration, and harming in the name of love is not just their power."
Due to the game settings, she seems to be weak and will always attract bloody peach blossoms.
But Xiang Xing continued to be a fighting force conscientiously.
So when she activated her coquettish skill of "punching your chest with a small fist", she knocked her yandere and control-crazy stepbrother two miles away with one punch.
System: OK, you can leave work directly.
But the stepbrother got up, vomiting blood and helping Xiang Xie rub the red fist she had hammered on him.
When she needed to increase the physical contact with the voyeuristic police officer, she slapped him and threw her over the shoulder, stepping on him and forcing him to kowtow to thank him.
System: OK, I have to die now.
The police officer kissed Xiang Xie's high heels directly.
When a schizophrenic and severely manic genius composer went crazy and killed people, she tied him up and sent him to the hospital's electroshock treatment room and performed the surgery herself.
System: Please let me die.
However, after being electrocuted, the composer named Xiang Xie his muse and begged Xiang Xie to electrocute him again as if he was in love with him.
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Xiang Xie: This game is so fun to play, I am now invincible!
Xiang Xie: Huh? But why hasn't the perverted murderer in your profile appeared yet?
The system looked at the dying male protagonists who suffered heavy casualties and fell into deep thought.
Maybe, maybe, is there a possibility? I just put forward a hypothesis... That murderer is you? ? ?
And why do you abuse them so much that their favorability level reaches the maximum level?
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1 In advance
"Sentinel She Becomes a Guide Every Night"
Ayasou is a D-class sentinel, responsible for the team's logistics work.
She was not very talented and came from an average background. Everyone thought she was the most inconspicuous one and she was lucky to find a logistics job in this polluted world.
What no one knows is that she awakened her dual spiritual bodies when she was eighteen years old. Tuberose, which only blooms at night, has super S-level guiding abilities.
In this world where guides are highly scarce, she can get priceless rewards as long as she gives a random treatment.
However, exposing her guiding ability was equivalent to exposing her life experience that could lead to death, so she could only hide her guiding ability deeply. Even if she had to, she would secretly earn some extra money in a private treatment room in the middle of the night.
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There is an elite team in the central white tower, all composed of ultra-high-risk S+ class sentries.
Recently, members of the team became smitten with a guide at a private therapy room on the outskirts of town.
It's a pity that the other party only visits at night and only purifies one client at a time.
As a result, the team members had to argue with each other every night, which was very unpleasant.
But when I see the new logistics soldier from the White Tower, I always feel better inexplicably.
They all felt that this logistics soldier looked familiar, as if they had seen it somewhere...
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Ayashuang knew that once her identity was made public, she might not survive more than three months.
But she looked at the black mamba sentinel spitting out snake bites, the winged tiger sentry waving its tail, and the blue-ringed octopus sentinel waving eighteen tentacles in front of her, and they all discovered the truth...
Aya Shuang looked at the sky: I am still worried about my life and death in three months. Hey, am I still too optimistic?
Leave it at 20250324.
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Tingyue is a poor girl.
She had a childhood sweetheart with whom she had a deep affection. The two grew up together, and each other was bright and warm, lighting up Tingyue's entire youth. However, the day after they got married, he died of a sudden illness.
The living newlywed husband turned into a pale and cold corpse.
Tingyue could not accept this cruel fact and shed tears every day. During this period, her late husband's brother had been taking care of her in every possible way.
The two brothers have very different personalities. The older brother is gentle and elegant, while the younger brother is wanton and flamboyant. However, their appearance is very similar, especially their affectionate peach blossom eyes.
Finally, Tingyue fell under her brother's tender love. She fell in love with her deceased husband's brother.
Tingyue was extremely ashamed, but her brother caressed her hair and looked at her with a loving and tolerant look. He told her, "You did nothing wrong. My brother is dead and you can be mine."
The two kissed under the moon.
In the room where my brother died.
That night, my brother came back from "resurrection".
His face was bloodless, there was no shadow behind him, and he was holding a sickle in his hand.
There was no trace of life on the younger brother's face, and he tilted his head, showing inhuman confusion and anger.
"Wife. Brother. What are you... Holding each other doing?"
20241213 Stays
#Don't have any expectations about the morality of any character#
#brotherisarealghost#
Intention: Sincere love without fear of boundaries