Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality - Chapter 890 - 359 Art_2

Receiving the terrible news of never again wielding the bow has him spiralling down depression lane.However, things took a turn for the better when he opened up to see he had been transmigrated to a world of his favourite novel, as a character bedridden in a coma for five years.Aldrich Aldaman is an extra who met his end after being in a coma for five years.

After dressing up as a notorious scumbag, in order to avoid her tragic ending, Tang Li bravely went to see her engagement partner.
Looking at the elegant and beautiful Director Chu, she felt that she had made a profit.
Chu Chisi sat on the sofa, most of his body was sunk in the darkness, his slender hand was on his forehead, and he smiled lazily and carelessly.
“Three chapters of the marriage contract, I won’t love you,” she said, “and you don’t even want to get love from me.”
Tang Li rejoiced: “It’s okay, just have food to eat.”
Life after marriage was dull and boring, until one day the delivery boy was stopped at the door by the housekeeper. Tang Li was so angry that he “run away from home” and went to the fried chicken shop. When he came back, he found that things had changed——
The expensive red wine shattered all over the place, and more than a dozen screens monitored different areas of the house. Chu Chisi’s eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse: “Why do you want to leave?”
Tang Li was stunned: “What?”
Chu Chisi came staggeringly, holding her fingertips, gloomy madness surging in her eyes, and her voice was trembling.
“……Please.”
She said, “Don’t go.”
#A bloody case caused by fried chicken##What should I do if my wife finds something wrong after getting married##Is it too late to divorce now#
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【Setting Information】
1: Atypical ABO, foreshadowing is privately set into a mountain, Alpha has no organs
2: Fantasy future works, the story is set in an alternate world, not modern
3: 1v1 professional enthusiasts, absolute HE, both of them are unique to each other

Content tags: strong science fiction soft spot sweet text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Tang Li, Chu Chisi ┃Supporting role: The system that crashes every day ┃Others:

- Description from novelbuddy

After a car accident, Cen Pan lost every loved one aside from her younger brother, who was lying in the ICU. Feeling that she was on the verge of suffocating from the burden of medical fees right after graduation, she was visited by her grandmother in her dream. “Darling, I had a friend who really loves the clothes you design. Would you burn one of them for him? He will pay you handsomely.”

Cen Pan simply found it surreal, but did so anyway so that she could be at ease.

The next night, her grandmother gave her an address and a password in her dream. “Here, this is the password of the safe, and his payment is in there.”

Skeptical, Cen Pan looked for the safe at the address, and found a diamond worth a hundred grand in the safe!

After that, her deceased family members kept appearing in her dreams.

“Darling, it’s going to rain tomorrow—so bring an umbrella.”

“Darling, I met a hacker who had been dead for a hundred years, and he’s asking if you want to inherit his lost art.”

“Darling, do you have a boyfriend? I just made a friend who really wants you to marry his grandson!”

Marry? Cen Pan immediately shook her head, but was stunned when her grandfather showed the grandson’s photo.

Why did he resemble her new boss so much?!

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.