The Villain Complained That My Script Was Poor, so He Was Forced to Set up a Stall to Rescue Him.

Su Qingyan is a provocative author who writes ancient style conspiracy novels. In order to please readers, she frantically anointed the male and female protagonists and made the villains cruel and ruthless. And the big villain Mo Jingxuan, who experienced a defeat, was full of resentment and hated the injustice of heaven. He wanted the whole world to be buried with him! Wherever he goes, he leaves nothing behind! Because Mo Jingxuan was too resentful, Su Qingyan was sucked into the book. Not the heroine, nor the female supporting character, but a cannon fodder passerby who is about to be massacred by Mo Jingxuan. In order to prevent Mo Jingxuan from killing and eliminate the resentment in his heart, Su Qingyan set up a fortune-telling stall on the spot, "His Royal Highness has the ninth-five-year fortune, which is beyond words! But now the Yintang is darkened, and there will be a bloody disaster within three days!" Mo Jingxuan grabbed her neck and sneered: "Where does this magic stick dare to talk nonsense?" Su Qingyan spoke with difficulty: "Your mountain roots are green and dark, and you have been betrayed by your closest relatives. There is life in the southeast of you, but you need to guard against a... Villain with high cheekbones and three white eyes!" His hand suddenly loosened. From then on, the down-and-out villain was surrounded by a goddess who set up a fortune-telling stall. Su Qingyan relied on spoilers to help him change his destiny. He relied on Su Qingyan to recruit soldiers and regain control of the country. But the way he looked at Su Qingyan became increasingly complicated, from murderous intent to inquiry, to some kind of dangerous possession. Until he put on his dragon robe and imprisoned her next to the dragon chair, his hot breath burning in her ears: "My world is yours. Now, do the math for me. Where does your heart belong?"