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I traveled through time and became the cannon fodder ex-wife in the ancient sadistic novel. When I opened my eyes, I was at the crematorium - Gong Xuanye was handing over the divorce letter with a sneer. System: "Capture him or die." I looked at my ex-husband's sinister but beautiful face and tore up the letter and said, "Sick Yangzi, I'm hungry for your body!" Gong Xuanye: "... Are you sick?" I gave him a needle with my backhand: "What a coincidence, you are also sick, we care for each other!"

"Brother, have you pretended enough?" Xia Xin pierced Mu Qingchen's chest with his sword, and the blood dyed his snow-white clothes red. In her previous life, she was pushed into the devil's abyss by this "Light Wind and Sky Moon" senior brother, where all ghosts devoured her heart and died. After returning from rebirth, she looked at Mu Qingchen, who had superb acting skills, and chuckled: "This time, I will send you to hell." System prompt: [Warning! The host villain's value is off the charts, and the whitewash mission failed! ] Mu Qingchen coughed up blood, but gently held her sword blade, and said with a gentle smile: "Okay, as long as it's the way you send me, hell... I'll be happy with it." Xia Xin's hand trembled and she heard his final whisper: "But Xinxin, are you sure... You hate the right person?"

"Master, why does this stone... Look like human hair?" The mute touched the cold door of the tomb. The old ghost blew out smoke: "The white-haired stone is a rare item. The treasure inside is even rarer." Jin Buhuan's compass spins wildly: "The gate of ghosts is open, and strangers should avoid it. Old ghost, this tomb cannot be entered. Ancient books record that 'white-haired tombs, living people are buried, and the curse is on the one who opens it.'" "Curse?" The old ghost stepped on the cigarette butt, "I have been robbing tombs for thirty years, what have I been afraid of?" Inside the tomb door, a woman could be heard faintly humming, and there was a lingering resentment. Jin Buhuan's face turned pale: "That's... The tombkeeper's 'soul-calling ballad'."

When Feng Jiuya was pushed down to hell, he still had half a Bianhua lollipop in his mouth. "You want me to drink Meng Po soup?" She kicked over the reincarnation well, "Why don't you try my recipe first?" --So, Hell IPO. The Wangchuan River is on the market, the Naihe Bridge is stuck in traffic, and an LED screen is hung at the entrance of the Palace of Hell to play her advertisement: "Meng Po Soup 2.0, Take one sip and your enemies will turn into licking dogs."

It is a series of stories in which each chapter is not connected! Watch with caution!

It is a series of stories in which each chapter is not connected! Watch with caution!

It is a series of stories in which each chapter is not connected! Watch with caution!

[1V2+workplace+dog licking] A colleague who gets along day and night, A long-distance boyfriend whom I can't see in person. How would you choose?

"Are you worthy of being a jungler at your level?" Jiang Shuo mocked his girlfriend Tang Xiaxia during a live broadcast. The whole network burst into laughter and they broke up on the spot. Three days later, the mysterious player "Nightingale" bloodbathed the top game, causing him to hang up and cry bitterly. A hotshot in the e-sports circle: Who is Nightingale? Backstage at the offline game, Tang Xiaxia took off her mask and smiled sweetly at the camera: "Sorry, my jungler has a bad temper." Lu Zhixian hugged her and said, "I'm used to it. Do you have any objections?"

The day Ye Yi found out that her boyfriend was cheating on her best friend Bai Luxi, an anonymous email popped up on her computer: "Want revenge? I'll help you." She sneered and tapped the keyboard: "No, I will do it myself." Three days later, hot searches exploded all over the internet: # a certain goddess's live broadcast room overturns the record #, scumbag man's room opening record exposed #. The melon-eating crowd went crazy@yanfan: "Mr. Landlord, are your tenants so wild?" Yan Fan held a cigarette in his mouth and forwarded: "Well, I'm used to it."

It is a series of stories in which each chapter is not connected! Watch with caution!

It is a series of stories in which each chapter is not connected! Watch with caution!

"Your Majesty, in the third year of the cold palace, the rats have stopped coming." I chewed wild vegetables and lay down to wait for death. Until a thunderstorm night, a baby came over the wall, soaked all over and hugged my leg: "Mother, Ah Yuan is cold." I lowered my head and faced the bruises on his neck: "Whose child are you?" He blinked his empty eyes: "Don't you remember, mother? On the day you died, I was buried in the dry well of Fengyi Palace."

"This cup is for you." The porcelain bottle was pressed against her chin, and the concoction poured in. "Your father owes me thirty-seven lives of the Yan family." She coughed up blood, but smiled strangely: "You finally... Took action." I threw up my sleeves and left, but my heart ached inexplicably. Until I found my childhood longevity lock under her pillow, and the secret letter written with tears in my eyes: "I am willing to kill the enemy for the Lord and protect Master Wuhen... For the rest of his life." Suddenly, I staggered back to the side courtyard and saw her furious, her fingertips touching the hem of my sleeve: "The wine is fake... Run away..." My world collapsed in her last smile.

"I will put He Lishu on the record," I stood in the old wedding hall, looking at the new beauty beside him, "Either I am the master of the house, or no one else can be the master." He smiled, as if looking at an ignorant child: "Mu Chaoci, it has been seven years, and you are still so naive." "Then burn it." I lit the fire, and the firelight illuminated his sudden change of expression, "This house, along with all your future - no one wants it from us."

"I, Jiaoyue, would rather marry you, a poisonous snake, than enter the prison of the East Palace!" In the imperial garden, I tore the Minghuang marriage edict into pieces and threw it at the feet of my mortal enemy, Zhanli. He leaned over and picked up the fragments, with a chill in his eyes: "As you wish." On the wedding day, he held my chin and said, "You will never be able to redeem your brother's life in your lifetime." Later, on the edge of the cliff, I stabbed my sword into his heart. Before he fell down with a smile, he said: "Jiaoyue, actually your brother's last words were...'Don't marry the prince.'"

In Shanghai in 1933, the Zhenhua Ghost Ship carried thousands of coffins and cursed it and moored into the Huangpu River. Tongyin perfumer Bai Ying's mandala tattoo oozed blood - the ninety-ninth deceased wearing a pearl white cheongsam, the golden thread on the corpse's neck spelled out the name of Sheriff Shen Yan. The pool of blood in the ballroom reflected the bad fate of reincarnation: his collarbone was branded with the Zhenhua anchor, the tip of her tongue was quenched with the Yin woman's poison; the barrel of his gun pressed against the roots of the mandala on her lower back, and her silver hairpin opened the red thread that stitched his memory. When the gilt dressing box spits out shipworms soaked in requiem, and at the three-quarter bell, the boys and girls who devoured each other's hearts in the shipwreck twenty years ago will finally turn their ninety-nine bloody reincarnations into the incense of salvation in this strange and troubled world.

It is a series of stories in which each chapter is not connected! Watch with caution!

It is a series of stories in which each chapter is not connected! Watch with caution!

"In this new life, I will pay for the blood of those who harmed me." Wen Xi broke his aunt's wrist with a cold smile. Later, Lan Jin, the powerful Lord of Yuan Pavilion, trapped her in his arms, breathing hotly: "Xi'er, I want this world and you." She once thought that was salvation. Until I saw the familiar handwriting on his secret book - "Project name: Nirvana. Target: Wenxi, the successor of the ripening poison doctor. Note: His mother has been dealt with and the emotional bonds have been cleared." The abyss of the two lives was created by him.

It is a series of stories in which each chapter is not connected! Watch with caution!

"Spiritual roots? What is that?" I crushed the spirit-detecting stone, and blood seeped out from between my fingers and dripped down the cliff. "The sect has raised me for sixteen years, just to extract my Taoist bones and perfect your heavenly spiritual roots?" The cold wind was biting, and behind me were the cold eyes of my fellow disciples and the sigh of my master. I raised my head, swallowed the sweetness in my throat, and screamed at the blood-colored full moon: "With my mortal body, I will feed this waning moon! With my blood soul, I will curse this immortal path -" "Today you abandon me like worn out shoes, and one day... I want all the stars in the nine heavens to tremble when they hear my name!" As soon as I finished speaking, I jumped into the endless abyss. As I fell, only an ethereal voice that was neither male nor female responded to me: "... The contract is established."

"When the spirit bones come back, from now on, you and I will owe each other nothing." My blood was still dripping from my sister's fingertips. "A person with a broken bloodline is worthy of discussing an engagement with me?" My fiancé's letter of annulment shattered my last dignity. I lay in the mud and watched them, in their splendid clothes, step on my broken body and reach the blue clouds. But they don't know... The pain of digging out their bones and the hatred in their hearts will eventually be repaid... With the fire of a prairie fire.

"Look, she doesn't even dare to cry loudly, for fear of breaking the stolen paint on her face." "A fake is a fake, and you can't become the real Miss Yuan even if you put on a wedding dress." "Shh... She's out." The flash almost blinded me, and I tightened my grip. Holding flowers in hand, I listened to the emcee shouting in an excited tone: "Now, let us welcome the happiest bride today - Miss Yuan Wei!" In the audience, my newlywed husband looked at me, but his eyes seemed to be looking through me, touching another soul that had long passed away.

"Du Nanxing, get a divorce. You're not worthy of me." He handed over the agreement, his eyes as cold as looking at a stranger. My signing hand was shaking, but I asked with a smile: "Fu Chenyan, have you loved me in these years?" He turned around silently, leaving me in a mess. It wasn't until his Bai Yueguang returned that I realized that I was just a substitute. But when the critical illness notice from the car accident was slapped down, he rushed into the hospital like crazy and screamed: "Don't die! Your bone marrow needs to save her!" Even my life is just a tool to extend her life...

Nuo Nuo Bu Tian is an eighteenth-tier game anchor. One day in the qualifying match, she was criticized by a passerby teammate "Winter Blaze" and became autistic. However, she unexpectedly received a private message from the other party: "Assist me and help you win." From then on, she was forced to join the big boss duo queue, and the popularity of the live broadcast room soared. Until one day, she discovered that this "passerby" was actually the ace jungler of a top e-sports team! What's even more outrageous is that he already knew her true identity...

One of the series of articles in "Please take a detour late at night". Watch with caution! Zhu Ying, the proprietress of "Wu Shi Restaurant", the blood on the tip of her tongue can temporarily soothe people's hearts and ghosts. How much hatred, resentment and ghostly desires are hidden in the hearts of immortals? If he knocks on the door tonight, will she open it?