#This is a story about a careerist who works hard to climb up, and a poisonous beauty who wants to kill her husband every day.
The attack of an ambitious man harboring evil intentions × the attack of a sinister, cunning and poisonous beauty
Song Linzhou is a careerist with great ambition.
Once he dies, he becomes the backdrop that was briefly mentioned in the article about farming.
And the husband Ji Ying who was lying on top of him, wanting to have sex with him, was a vicious male partner.
In the original book, he was greedy for power and opposed the protagonist at every turn, resulting in his death without any body parts.
Song Linzhou thought, since he's already here, it shouldn't be an exaggeration to covet the throne and play with poisoned beauties...
*The night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber.
Song Linzhou, who had just arrived in unknown condition: "Where is this?"
Ji Ying lay tenderly on his chest: "Of course it's... Wenrouxiang."
Song Linzhou: "... Little duck?"
Ji Ying felt that this Young Master Song was indeed as stupid as the rumors said, "Mr. Lang is so innocent and innocent. What's the point of playing with a little duck? How about playing with me?"
*Daily life of imperial examination.
When General Song Linzhou put down his book, a beautiful woman threw himself into his arms.
Playing with the beauty's black hair carelessly: "The sweet soup you stewed yesterday was very good, but the medicinal smell was a bit stronger. It smelled like a strong drink. I really failed A Ying... However, Xiaozhi drank a lot."
Ji Ying said with a smile: "Fortunately, the husband didn't drink. I just found out today that the cook's hands were shaking and she accidentally spilled something dirty."
But in my heart, I was gnashing my teeth with hatred: His snake!
Song Linzhou squeezed his green-white hand, meaningfully, "The hand is shaking... Well... It should stop shaking after you chop it. Aying, do you think Lang Jun is right?"
Ji Ying has been a bad boy since he was a child. If his stepmother wants to kill him, he will kill her first.
Externally, he had a good reputation and was selected by the Song family, the prefect, to be the son-in-law of his silly son.
Everyone else sighed, how could a good brother marry a fool.
But he thought it was good. The Song family's immense wealth made people greedy just looking at it.
But he didn't expect that his stupid husband not only stopped being stupid, but also became extremely cruel and antagonized him everywhere.
He is very ambitious and wants to be powerful and powerful.
Later, Ji Ying felt that he still underestimated Song Linzhou. What this guy wanted most... Was the throne.
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#This is a story about a bad apprentice who was bullied by his master.
[The Cold Ascetic Monk Attacks the Evil Charming Crazy Demon Lord]
Mo Yu was originally a magic flower watered by resentment. She was extremely resentful and evil, but she chose Di Kong, the most pure and kind mage in the world of cultivation, as her master.
Among all the immortals, who would not sigh politely, how can a very evil person become talented?
As expected, Hao Zhuxun gave birth to a poisonous bamboo shoot, and Mo Yu successfully grew into a crooked-necked tree whose words were frivolous and his actions were more unrestrained than his words.
However, regardless of the distractions from the outside world, for Mo Yu, the clear and refreshing lotus fragrance on the Master's body was the most stimulating.
It's a pity that his master is the most well-behaved person. He always abides by the rules and precepts. Knowing his fond thoughts, he even kicked him into the ice abyss.
Mo Yu climbed out of the abyss, biting the inside of his cheek and sneered. How could his master refuse what he wanted?
***
Later, due to obsession, Mo Yu degenerated into a demon, ascended the throne of the demon king, and kidnapped the recalcitrant master back to his lair to play with him.
Unexpectedly, an accident would happen as soon as he was playing. Just as he was holding his round belly and planning to kiss and hug his master, he saw his scarlet eyes and raised his hand and slapped him: Do you really want to give birth to this rebellious master and disciple?
He slapped him with a big red palm and leaned over to give him a wet kiss like a sneaky cat.
A pair of peach blossom eyes are as gorgeous as the burning peach blossoms in April, charming and evil.
The evil spirit all over his body could not suppress his overwhelming pride: Life! Why not give birth? If I give birth to ten or eight of him, my Weiyang Palace can afford to support him.
Di Kong held up his lips that were reddened by his sucking, and said coldly: The cycle of cause and effect will lead to unhappy retribution.
Mo Yu raised her eyebrows with disdain: Retribution? Ridiculous!
Later, he was slapped in the face, and he really suffered retribution, and he died.
***
After a thousand years, he came back from the dead.
In an ancient temple on a barren mountain, a little monk in a gloomy red dress was lying on a branch of a dead tree, biting into a black roasted pheasant with a greasy mouth.
There was a roar, and the earth shook. Moyu fell to the ground with a clatter, and grabbed the earth with his head. He was so angry that he jumped up from the ground, and smashed the roasted pheasant in his hand at the culprit.
The culprit, dressed elegantly in white, looked back at him, seemingly in disbelief. He blinked his eyes awkwardly, his eyelashes trembling, as fragile as a butterfly.
Yo ho! Old lover! ! !
Not losing in a battle, she wiped her oily hands on her clothes and made a domineering pose: Baby, come to my arms.
This must be disgusting to Di Kong. After all, Di Kong is the most cold-blooded and ascetic person, and she hates him deeply. She will never...
Di Kong then snuggled into his arms.
Mo Yu: O_o? ? ?
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Demining: 1. The true body of the recipient is a hermaphrodite magic flower. Due to being invaded by resentment all the year round, the spirit is extremely abnormal.
2. Gaya is a mama's boy.
Intention: Climb, climb, climb! Work your way up!
