My Wife Is A Killer - Chapter 191: Episode The Bloody Beginning

In a national key university in the 21st century, she is soft and cute, but she is actually an agent trained by a certain organization since she was a child. She just went out on a mission and was about to take the graduation exam when she came back. Taking a nap, I accidentally traveled to the ancient times in the sky.

Not only did she lose her beautiful appearance and modern high-tech, but she also became an abandoned woman. She said that it was exactly what I wanted.

From then on, the soft girl raised cubs to farm, and she had to accept extreme harassment from time to time.

She said: life is boring, the best is very good

The male protagonist said: My family has the best products, and it happens that my son is short of a mother. I don’t know why the little lady wants to come to my house and live with a buddy?

The hostess went home and asked her beloved daughter: Baby, is there anything you lack?

The baby replied: I lack a father

All right, if there is a lack of a mother over there, and a lack of a father here, then let’s go together, but, it’s not me, but you.

The male protagonist agreed without hesitation: “Little lady, please allow me a few days, and I will go home and break off the relationship.”

One is the male protagonist who broke up with his family and brought a boy, and the other is the second-cousin who was abandoned by her in-laws and brought a daughter

The two form a family for their children, pretending to be a fake couple to live together, and whether they can become a real couple in the end, please watch

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The big guy dresses up as a lonely and old male supporting character, slaps his face and abuses scumbags to fall in love.
small world:
A scumbag male supporting actor who is lonely and old: learning to love with both hands.
The tyrant male supporting role who left the inheritance to the heroine’s son: the family has the throne to inherit.
The deposed prince: what kind of emperor, when the emperor!
Bingshan ex-husband of a book girl: It is impossible to chase after a wife.
The prince of the enemy country who retreated for the heroine: step on the capital and rule the world.
The pet girl mad demon of the group pet text: I pet myself.
Edible Guide: Quickly cross the routine, capitalize the romance! One cp in one world, if you change the world, your feelings will be eliminated. If you don’t like it, don’t enter. 

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Dongchen ┃ Supporting role: My concluding article “The Male Protagonist Doesn’t Follow the Plot [Quick Pass]” “Someone Wants to Take My Gold Finger [Quick Pass]” ┃Others:

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Memories surged like a tide into her head after she was reincarnated, and she found out who she was… A complete pushover. Her name was Beiting Huang, a direct descendant and third-generation descendant of the Beiting Dynasty. Her fearsome reputation stretched across all nations on the continent. She was a girl, but she was disguised as a boy for some reason. Everyone was also after her wrist… to hack it off and take the bracelet she wore, which was actually a high-level spiritual item that concealed her gender.

Everyone included her own brothers. Her brothers were fighting and killing each other, tearing the dynasty apart in the process… and she happened to be caught in the crossfire.

Mercy? Did the old Beiting Huang not beg before she died? Did they spare her when she did? An emotion that was not hers stirred within her body, and Beiting Huang knew it was the old Beiting Huang’s grief.

In her mind, she assured her: Don’t worry. Since I’ve reincarnated in your body, I shall avenge you. Your death will not be senseless! After those words, the old Beiting Huang’s emotions faded.

Now, there was only one Beiting Huang. She was the underworld’s king, a mercenary lord who slaughtered and plundered with the world at her feet. Reincarnated into the fearsome Beiting family as its ‘useless’ ninth son, the world’s riches were once again in her grasp. She cultivated impossible abilities, contracted with magical beasts, and possessed a mystical dimension. She also trampled over gods and demons as and when she liked. Cold and handsome, her very presence was proud and magnificent, causing the world to fight for her affection.

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.