The column ends with the full-length novel "She's Poisonous and Silent"
In the early stage, the weak and mute woman x the gentle prince
Later Cold-faced Killer X Sinister New Emperor
The copy of the new column "Twelve Years of Engaging the King" can be found at the bottom of this article.
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I trapped Immortal Wei Yun and waited for him to say sorry.
I provoked him to have his spiritual roots cut off and his spiritual thoughts cut off. His thousands of years of cultivation were completely annihilated and he became a useless person with all his spiritual power gone.
I healed him, injured him, injured him, and healed him again. I wanted to let him feel the indescribable suffering and hatred in my heart through such physical and physical pain.
But instead of waiting for that apology, I waited for his attempt to hide one's capabilities and bide one's time.
The moment the blade was pointed at my throat, I had no desire to do anything.
I suddenly remembered that a hundred years ago, he had embraced me when I was out of control.
He said to me gently: "It's okay."
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"Twelve Years of Engagement" Copywriting
Mo Qijun thought her savior was a cold-faced and warm-hearted person, but she didn't expect that the other person would deceive her and take advantage of her.
He is simply a careless person!
Forget it, just think of it as repaying him for saving his life.
With this thought in mind, she turned around and married Bai Yueguang when she was young.
Finally, one day, this unintentional person came to the door again.
What else does he want?
Didn't she make a choice between Tiansheng and Zhuma?
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Lin Shuyun thought that he would never have feelings for anyone.
In his original vision, Mo Qijun's life was not important at all.
Unexpectedly, it starts with taking advantage of it, but finally makes me fall in love.
Her two departures made him heartbroken.
For the first time, she chose to marry someone else. He was like a wild dog peeking at happiness, doing what he wanted to do most, but he was absent-minded and could only rely on wine to numb himself.
He was so drunk that he couldn't distinguish between reality and reality. He restrained her who wanted to escape between his arms, leaned forward, put his arms around her slender waist, and raised her fair chin.
His eyes, which have never been desire-filled, are filled with desires and desires.
"Aqi, I saved your life."
A warm and deep kiss followed by a hoarse voice.
"You belong to me."
The second time, when she ran out of energy and he held her in his arms, his usually straight back bent, and those who were once aloof and proud were kneeled under his knees.
He ignored it and ran around, seeking famous teachers, attacking enemies, and using all possible means.
In the end, he was cornered. The blood on his face was gone, and he looked miserable. He prayed for his life in exchange for his life before the gods and Buddhas he had never believed in.
"If I have nothing, I will use my soul as a matchmaker and my soul as a betrothal. My bones will turn into pens and my blood will stain the marriage contract. I will betroth you for twelve years and never leave her every year."
Intention: I love you from beginning to end
