Pampered By All In Different Planes - Chapter 472 - 392: Is the Birth Mother Indifferent like a Chrysanthemum? The Young Miss Turns the Tables with a Reckless Move 32

Ji Nai-tang paid attention to Cen Muqi for 12 years. This secret love had been hidden in his heart. When he finally couldn’t hide it, he sent himself in front of Cen Muqi, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger and step by step planning to trap the golden thigh.

Ji Nai-tang: It is not that I look good, it is that you make me look good.

Cen Muqi: It turns out that it is important to have a boyfriend who will take pictures.

Ji Nai-tang: But you are not my boyfriend~

Cen Muqi: Can I apply for it?

Ji Nai-tang: What are you applying for?

Cen Muqi: Applying to be your boyfriend!

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After traveling to Little Garden, Su Jin, who had just obtained the divine status and became a quasi-god, suddenly had a forum invitation in his eyes.

Butterfly Chanel Megumi: How to kill ghost dance at night? No misery?

Aizen Kuyousuke: How to take out the collapsed jade in Rukia Kuchiki?

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Questions popped up one by one, and Su Jin subconsciously replied: Thank you for your invitation, people are in the small garden, they have just become gods, and the answers are anonymous.

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Living as a concubine’s daughter in her previous life, He Danggui got herself and her daughter tortured and killed by her family and Princess Zhou, while her husband, Lord Ning, allowed them to do so for a secret. After reborn as a child, she swore to hold back her kindness to the villains. How did she survive in a family with various secrets and conspiracies? Who would be her final choice? The love of her previous life or a new lover who could offer her a happy and simple life? Sharing the identities of doctor, political counselor and princess, was she able to bring great changes both in Jianghu and the imperial family? With her intelligence and excellent medical skills, would she let them pay for what they did to her or live differently as a new one?

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.