The Reborn Concubine Prophet

(This article focuses on romance plus superpowers, strong men and strong women, male virginity, men and women doting on each other, a little bit of abuse, but mainly sourness...) She was unpredictable and could see through all the good, evil, intrigues, love, hate, and separation in the world, but she could not figure out that her momentary soft-heartedness on a snowy night when she was seven years old resulted in the entanglement that would accompany him until death. She has lost all her splendor and just wants to live her life peacefully and peacefully, but they killed her mother, destroyed her clan, robbed her, and plotted against her. Do they really think she is a weak woman who is not stained by the dust? The relative who had taken care of her for fifteen years died suddenly. From then on, the dormant Shura returned from hell, raised the blade of death in his hand, slashed furiously with the long knife, and changed the world! Your aunt harmed her mother - your reputation will be ruined, you will be filthy, and you will die without a complete body! My sister-in-law steals her husband - you will get a cross on your face, your innocence will be stained, and you will be buried in the wilderness! The emperor will destroy her clan - kick you off the throne, trample through the mountains and rivers, and your body and soul will be scattered! The scoundrel is in her heart - I wish you to become a Buddha soon, be crowned with bliss, and remain a virgin all your life! Someone's beautiful face aroused dissatisfaction: "Dongfang Yan, if I am a virgin for the rest of my life, it means that you will be a widow for the rest of your life. Do you want to do such a loss-making business?" She smiled and said, "I'm pregnant." His starry eyes as dark as night narrowed dangerously, and he squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Who?" "I said it's not yours, do you believe it?" Someone is petrified. . . . When did he fall asleep with this woman? Why doesn't he know anything? The most important thing is. . . . He didn't even taste the warm nephrite at all? ! ======================================================================================================================= Literary version: Dressed in red, with a pair of pure eyes, a beauty from a generation, and a smile that captivates the world. She is a rose with thorns blooming in the dark night, ethereal and pure; she is a great prophet who only appears every three hundred years from the first family in China. With one word, the world is in chaos. Above the nine heavens, there is a beautiful woman, a cold palace, and a phoenix coming to the ceremony. "The most painful person in the world is the smartest one, a person who can discern the secrets of heaven and has unparalleled talents. There is nothing but pain in life, because almost everyone has designs on her." . . . . Dressed in white, a clear sword, a touch of elegance, and a shocking movement. He is the Lord of Ninglan Palace who is respected by the world, mysterious and cold; he is the Young Lord of Ji Ning City who is responsible for a blood feud, he is amazing and talented. "There are too many prosperity and vicissitudes in the world, and there are also too many miserable things and human beings. From full of hope to despair, life and death, who can understand this long period of sadness and loneliness? I have exhausted all my mechanisms, and I am making a move step by step. I am gambling with the world and all the people are playing chess, just to get her." . . . . . . . The long sky, the heavenly moon, and the sea of ​​ghosts are the three sacred places of no return. The omnipotent prophecy, the wise eye that perceives good and evil, the Witch King's spell that brings the dead back to life, and the eternal soul-suppressing prison. . . . . ----------------------------------------------- Simplest version: He wanted to marry her, but she didn't want to marry him; He deliberately wanted to pounce on her, but she just wanted to kick him away; In the end, it was an unscrupulous woman who ate him first. . . . .