Praying is world-weary.
When I died suddenly while working overtime, I thought I had just enough life.
As a result, he was reborn as the young master of the Hou family for another lifetime!
In this life, I am even more world-weary, but I can't stand the love of my family, which is like jewels.
When he was three years old, he deliberately fell into the water in the middle of winter and was fished out by his father. After that, when he coughed, his father regretted that he had been fished out too late.
When I was ten years old, I prayed for a fight with a classmate in the school and knocked him on the head. As a result, my mother tore up the schoolmate with her hands and said that my son was wronged.
When he was fourteen years old, he was deliberately kidnapped by bandits. As a result, his elder brother, who had always been as gentle as a fairy, massacred the bandits' village with one man and one sword, dressed in white clothes like snow. Amidst the blood all over the ground, the elder brother who looked like an immortal and a fallen demon embraced him in his arms and sighed: "I wish, don't be afraid."
When I was seventeen, I prayed on purpose—
This time it was not his intention. Who would have thought that the real young master would return and expose him as a fake young master!
Thinking of being kicked out of the house and praying for suicide, he raised his face that had always been pale and fragile, wrapped it in a fox jacket and coughed lowly: "The untouchables left the house voluntarily."
As a result, my parents and brothers all cried!
Holding the prayer that we will always be a family.
Really having no choice, the impatient Prayer targeted the tyrant.
As we all know, tyrants are tyrannical, unpredictable, cruel, and will give a glass of poisonous wine to anyone who dares to offend.
A tyrant hates what others say about his face.
So at the banquet, others presented rare treasures to pray for the sick. They broke off begonia flowers and gave them to the tyrant. They also said that the flowers were very beautiful, but they were not half as beautiful as your majesty.
The tyrant is obsessed with lust, and it is said that he controls several people at night.
So when choosing a concubine, others advised your majesty to accept a large number of people in the harem, but they were told that natural disasters would continue, and it was best for your majesty to be a bachelor.
...
After many provocations, his death wish did not come true.
On the bed, with tears in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and said: "I have provoked you many times, why doesn't your majesty give me death?"
The tyrant raised his eyebrows, pressed his hand against the struggling prayer, and said slowly, "Oh? Provocation? I thought it was provocation."
Later, I prayed that I would never be weary of the world.
As soon as I feel tired of the world, I will be dragged to bed by the tyrant...
He was even more disgusted with the collapse of the bed now.
1. Screenshot of the copy on August 19, 2026
2. The sick beauty is world-weary x the crazy criticizing the tyrant
Mission: hard work
