[It's too painful to write, so I'll update it when I have the chance.
My ex-husband is dead, stabbed to death by me with a sword.
The people who practice Taoism have special physiques. After death, their bodies turn into golden smoke and dissipate in place.
Good news, I don't have to clean up the scene.
Bad news, damn, no evidence preserved.
His disciples and grandsons did not believe that he was dead. They turned a blind eye to the bloody sword in my hand and dug three feet into the ground to find him.
They tortured me: "Tell me! Where did you hide the Sword Master!"
Me:?
Your sword master has been resurrected six times, you ask me?
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Good news: My ex-husband is alive again.
Bad news: He has a different face.
Even better news: I love his new face.
Resurrection will cause amnesia. His disciples and grandchildren did not recognize him and wanted to kill him on the spot.
Me: Why is this damn child so stubborn? He is!
The evidence... Ah... Does it count as being like-minded?
He himself couldn't believe it was pie in the sky. The sword master has a heavy responsibility, so I deceived him. In fact, I had a deep love for my ex-husband, and I only saved him to use him as a substitute.
I asked him to imitate his ex-husband and take over the position of Sword Master step by step.
The plan was successful, except that he would always come to my bed in the dead of night and warm my hands, feet, and quilt.
Before leaving, he casually asked me when I planned to "remarry".
Me: "..."
"Be good, there's no rush in this."
"Feel my abdominal muscles first."
He blushed and leaned forward to cooperate, "How is your ex-husband's figure?"
Huh?
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The ex-husband returns in full glory.
In the past, my ex-husband's followers were critical of me and vowed to defend my ex-husband's reputation to the death.
Now, they are kneeling in front of me one by one, begging me to leave with them.
I looked at the dying person in my arms, and then at my old friend.
Ex-husband: "Did that substitute fascinate you so much?"
I smiled and drew my knife.
*The text is in third person. 1V1, you are jealous of your own literature, and the big and small are jealous in turn.
I can't coax my wife with a large size, so I use a small size that my wife likes. My wife knew it, so she decided to play something more exciting.
*The rebellious and cunning wife and her sour ex-husband/stand-in prey on each other. The female protagonist is good at this, and the male protagonist works hard too.
*Private facilities are like a mountain. This coder still has a long way to go, so let's take a look at it first. There are thousands of good articles in Jinjiang. If it doesn't taste right, I'll change it.
The copy has been screenshotted and posted on Weibo (Chuashoushou. Jpg)
Mission: Love can overcome all difficulties
