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Buried in the sea of ​​fire with hatred, Huayi was reborn. She has no family ties and cannot protect the one she loves most. Therefore, in this life, she has learned to be ruthless and revengeful step by step, in order to stab the sharp blade of hatred into the enemy's chest and gouge out the beating heart. However, she did not expect to become a stranger to herself. In front of others, Miss Mu's elegant and generous lady is like an angel. Everyone loves her, but no one knows her. She takes off her mask, turns her hands into clouds, and turns her hands into rain. She is cruel and cunning, creating her own power. In this life, whoever plays chess will be the pawn A marriage that started with profit, they all sneered at love, but they didn't want to, they all fell in love, so let's love The most beautiful confession in the world is the oath of the strong you are destined to be my woman in this life# #Oh, I don't know, Master, whose man are you# #naturallyflowery# This is a dark love story, where powerful forces join forces, occasionally fight monsters and occasionally talk about love, and the ending is one-on-one with a clean mind and body.

On this continent, everyone has a special power deep in their soul. Only those who are favored by God can exert this special power to communicate with souls, activate psychics, and even exert earth-shattering power. The infinitely powerful King Kong Skeleton, the Night Demon that destroys the world, the three-headed Cerberus that dominates the world, the Dark Bone Dragon that gallops unbridled in the sky, and the Chaos Jade Armored Corpse that shocked the continent.

The motivation for writing this series is very simple. I just have some stories I want to tell one person. I feel happy when that person likes me, and I don't have any ambitions other than that. This writing process actually made me feel smoother than ever before. I think text is a vector. If there is no one you are eager to talk to, no matter how large the value is, there will be nowhere to place it. The fate of words is that from the moment the pen is dropped, it no longer belongs to the writer - it must always be dedicated to a world, a group, and a soul.