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"The day when the general returned home in triumph was the time when my poison came out." I smiled and poured a full cup of Hexin wine for him. "In the past three years, I have added weight to every good report you sent." He Lianjin pinched my chin, his eyes scarlet: "Why?" "Seventy-two members of my family will be slaughtered for you." I swallowed the sweet taste in my throat, "Congratulations, the enemy who destroyed the family has married the last fish that slipped through the net." The red candle swayed, and he tremblingly hugged my fallen body: "A Fei... I don't know..." "It's too late." I closed my eyes, "This poison is called Heart-killing."

"Sister, this phoenix crown should be mine!" The concubine pushed the poisoned wine in front of me, with viciousness in her eyes. I looked at the silent husband behind her - the top scholar from a humble family whom I had used all the strength of my family to support. "Why?" I asked hoarsely, with a sweet taste in my throat. He avoided my gaze: "Rou'er is pregnant with my flesh and blood, and your existence... Blocks the way of too many people." I drank the poisoned wine with a smile, my blood dyeing my wedding dress red: "Do you know that I am no longer the legitimate daughter of the Marquis Mansion who can be manipulated by others?" When I come back from rebirth, I want this prince's mansion - blood debt must be paid with blood.

"Today, I will exchange your heart for the future of the Ye family." On the high platform, my father's voice was cold. The fire wrapped around my spine. I raised my eyes in severe pain, and saw the same greedy fire that did not belong to human beings dancing in the eyes of the "close relatives" in the hall.

"This cup of combined wine will give you the dignity of being a noble concubine." He held the cup and chuckled, but his eyes were filled with ice. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out - the glass of wine contained a mute medicine. In the wedding room where the red candles were burning, he carefully walked in holding his white moonlight, and the pearl soles of his embroidered shoes ran over my trembling fingertips. The sound of broken bones was drowned in joy. I shed tears and screamed silently in the blood: Whatever you have done to me, I will pay back a hundred times.

"I am a blind girl who fell into the quagmire of the ghost market while carrying a bone lantern." "This lamp bone is your sister's rib." "Shh, you can't see it, but your sister's eyes are looking at you in the lamp."

"The strongest fire in this world cannot burn the words carved on the bones." Ten years later, in front of the "Huichuntang" medicine house rebuilt on the ruins, I crushed a medicine and whispered into the empty night, "It's time to settle the debts of the Wen family." From the shadows, a hoarse voice sounded with a smile: "Miss, you are hanging your life with the "Book of Ashes and Bones" just to wait for today? But how are you sure that you were the only one who survived that year?"

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 the shipworms soaked in requiem incense, 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, the powerful Lord of Yuan Pavilion, Lan Jin, trapped her in his arms, breathing hotly: "Xi'er, I want this world and you." She had thought it was salvation. Until I saw the familiar handwriting on his secret book - "Project name: Nirvana. Target: Ripening poison doctor successor Wen Xi. Note: His mother has been dealt with and the emotional bonds have been cleared." The abyss of both worlds 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 classmates and the sigh of my master. I raised my head, swallowed the sweetness in my throat, and screamed at the bloody full moon: "With my mortal body, I will feed this waning moon! With my blood and soul, I will curse this path to immortality--" "Today you abandon me like a pair of worn-out shoes, but tomorrow... 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 the bones, the hatred in the heart, 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 flashing lights almost blinded me. I clenched the bouquet in my hand and 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 caressing another long-gone soul through me.

"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 ever 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 thrown down, he rushed into the hospital like a madman and screamed: "Don't die! Your bone marrow still 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, he was criticized by a passerby teammate "Winter Blaze" and became autistic. However, he unexpectedly received a private message from the other party: "Assist me and help you win." From then on, she was forced to team up with the big boss, 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?