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The idiot god of war recognized by the immortal sect and her "weak and unable to take care of themselves" younger brother is actually the devil behind the scenes. In a dislocation of "she thought she was protecting him, but in fact he was protecting the world for her", they jointly created a legend that overturned the three realms of sex.

I was married to a silent husband. He takes care of the housework, earns a monthly salary of 8,000, and is as quiet as the background of his home. It wasn't until his old cell phone smashed into my arms that I discovered his ten-year secret - the secret love diary master "The Silent One" who was deified in literary forums. Three thousand words that were so humble as dust, the main character was me. The last one was written last night: "The medicine is ready and I will die at sunrise. If she sees this, Xiaoxiao, forget me." But as I trembled, I pieced together the truth - the property certificate that he lied about renting but with my name on it was purchased in the same month that his family went bankrupt. The three pale scars on his left wrist correspond to every night in the diary when "I want to disappear today." The newly appointed financial director who made things difficult for me was the same bully who pushed him into the toilet and took pictures. I held his trembling wrist tightly and pressed it on the deepest scar: "Jiang Chen, your life belongs to me now. You are not allowed to die without my permission." He asked me with red eyes: "Do I deserve to be loved when I am broken like this?" He didn't know - when he spent three years setting up a commercial skynet to protect me, killing his enemies with precision; when he finally dared to straighten his back at the wedding and say "I do"; when he started writing a new diary titled "The Deep Sea Illuminated by Light" - the deep sea finally embraced his light. And the light said: What I love is never your perfection. It's the clumsy wholeness that you are willing to give me even your broken self. Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

Shen Zhiyin, the former ace of the national weightlifting team, dressed as a queen to celebrate the sick emperor. The system requires her to play the role of Bai Yueguang, who is "weak and unable to take care of herself" and stabilize the shaky national destiny. Shen Zhiyin looked at her hand that could use the jade seal as a walnut plate and fell silent. On their wedding night, Emperor Xiao Jue coughed up blood. She nervously "patted" the dragon's back to express comfort. "Click--" Xiao Jue's left arm was dislocated. The two of them looked up at the same time, one with frightened eyes and the other with deep eyes. She thought he was a really sickly beauty who secretly poured out the Shiquan Dabu Decoction every day and went to the roof in the middle of the night to do push-ups to relieve his energy. He thought she was an enemy spy. He spoke softly on the surface, but secretly recorded her abnormal behavior of eating three kilograms of soy pork elbow every day. Until-- The imperial concubine poisoned her, but she took it as a tonic and thought there was too much sugar. When the assassin attacked, she protected the emperor behind her, picked up the hundred-jin incense burner and smashed it into a parabola. The enemy troops were approaching, and the system screamed at her to "remain weak", but she tore off her phoenix robe, tied up her long hair, and held up the fallen city gate with one hand in front of thousands of soldiers. Blood dripped from the tiger's mouth, and she turned back to look at the man who finally stopped covering up and stood behind her in black clothes. Xiao Jue wiped away the blood on her cheek and said in a hoarse voice: "I have been pretending to be ill for five years, planning the world, and I have left no stone unturned." "The only thing I didn't expect was that the one who came here with great joy was a god who could hold up my country..."