I Will Never Fall in Love with a Monster

Recommended preview of the same series: "Bai Yueguang's Wife Becomes an Old Enemy" ———————————————————————— Copywriting of this article When Yan Pei saw Ji Lin for the first time, he was extremely disgusted. The war between Changming and Youze has lasted for thousands of years. The hatred between the two clans for each other is more than piercing. How can the lowly monster bred in the swamp be worthy of the noblest son of God of the heavenly clan? But his uncle wanted him to marry that monster. Whether it was humiliation or for the sake of peace in the three realms, it no longer mattered to Ning Yan. His father and brother died in battle one after another, and his uncle took over the power. The young Son of God had no right to refuse. Yan Pei couldn't tell whether Ji Lin was willing, and he didn't care. The fledgling little son of God could only be manipulated by others. At that time, he was full of resentment, dark and eccentric. From the very first moment when the two met, they would have spoken harshly to each other. Yan Pei sometimes feels that he has lived too long. Thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, until all the old friends are dead, and all the love, hate and hatred gradually blur in the mind, turning into mottled mold stains. He actually couldn't remember much of what happened after marrying that monster. The only thing I can remember is those eyes, dark gold, like molten gold that is about to fade away at the moment of evil, very beautiful. Later, he would always lean on the beautiful bamboo couch at dusk and stare at the sky, wanting to see those eyes again. But maybe she resented him. Yan Pei wasn't sure whether Ji Lin resented him, because the monster died on the battlefield before he even had time to see his feelings clearly. But if you don't resent him, why have you refused to meet him in your dreams for so many years? Yan Pei felt that he didn't love Ji Lin. I have been obsessed with it for so many years, and I just want to figure out this problem. … It is known in all three realms that the God of War of the Celestial Clan hates his divine companion so much that he even wants to dig up his tomb when he dies. Times have changed, and the rumors have changed thousands of times. They have been passed down to later generations, and even the excerpts in the human world began to sing about the god of war and his wife as a pair of enemies. It was a lightly raining day, and a man in a peacock blue cloak raised a sword and destroyed the theaters all over the city. People were on their backs, and the guests were running away. He broke through the overlapping curtains with his sword, but the sword suddenly stopped. The man with dark golden eyes slowly raised his head, was stunned for a moment and suddenly jumped out of the window and escaped. The sword in Yan Pei's hand was trembling nervously, and he forced it out from the gap between his teeth word by word, crying with blood in his heart: "Ji, Lin?" Reading guide: Emo thousand year old widower found out his wife faked her death and started going crazy 1v1 double clean The author is not a party-controller, extreme party-controllers should be warned with caution Death escape literature, micro-group portraits I just love writing about men giving birth and leaving me alone. ————————————————————————— Advance receipt copy: It is known to all the gods tomorrow that Lord Tianjun of Jiuxiao Division has a dead wife that he has never forgotten. It is said that the death of his wife is closely related to His Highness the God of Duan Tai Xi, so the two are inseparable from each other, and even the gods under their command are at odds with each other, refusing to give in to each other. After fighting for thousands of years, the hatred came to an end when His Highness Emperor Xi's old illness relapsed and he was dying. In the same year, a small town named Bolan suddenly suffered earthquakes, killing thousands of people in vain. The newly appointed soul-gathering envoy of Bolan City is a weak and sick man. He can't take more than two steps without clutching his heart and gasping for air. Thousands of new souls directly detained him. Once he closed his eyes, he almost died. When he opened his eyes again, he was already detained in the water prison and tortured for dereliction of duty. In the damp and cramped entrance of the cave, there was a man in a black robe and a golden crown standing against the light, with a keel-bone whip in his hand that was extremely cold and dazzling. He originally thought it was the Netherworld's executioner, who was about to narrow his eyes and beg for mercy, but his eyes froze a little as the person came closer. Strange yet familiar. Why was it the face in the nightmare that had been haunting him for days? The Heavenly Lord of the Nine Heavens who was supposed to be sitting high for the Seventy-Two Tomorrows reached out and pinched his chin hard, with hatred in his eyes, but the words he spoke were biting and pathos, soft and gentle: "It finally fell into my hands, Emperor Yu Xi." "You damn bastard." The patient and sentimental beauty attacks x Tomorrow's number one jealous king·Tsundere with a hard mouth and a black and white fuck I've watched too much about my old enemy turning into my wife. I thought about it, but my wife turned into my old enemy and I was almost done. Intention: tenacious and strong