Daily life of a cultivation judge - Chapter 1 : Last Week As A Superior Core Court Judge (1)

He, the direct descendant of the most mysterious family in Haicheng, was regarded as a distinguished man by the entire country A. He did not like to be publicized, low-key and calm, and possessed the most noble bloodline.

She, the only descendant of a family of modern ancient doctors, was framed when she was young, and was thrown into a lunatic asylum together with her mother.

As soon as she fell off the cliff, she slashed wild beasts, searched for ancient grass, a peerless pill furnace, and practiced magic medicine pills.

The transformation of waste, once a god, a medicinal pill, resurrected from the dead, the blood of the underworld, and the supreme legend.

When she returned with contempt, she vowed to turn this sea city upside down, and what she owed her would be repaid tenfold and one hundredfold!

Whoever takes away her property will die; whoever hurts her mother will perish; whoever deceives the world and steals her name will perish.

But people can’t be too flamboyant. If this piece is flamboyant, it will be missed by others, and it is the mysterious big guy who will make people smell it. How to break it.

If there is a man who is always behind you, he wants to spoil you, love you, make money for you to spend, be your punching bag when you are angry, and be happy with you when you are happy.

Seeing the god-like man kneeling on one knee and tying the shoelaces of the trashy lady, the onlookers couldn’t say anything in shock, who said that man never touched women.

Who is the man in front of him who holds the woman with a sticky voice and screams for his sweetheart?

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[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.

Shi Yu, an Archaeologist and Mythologist, crossed into a foreign world where Noble Beasts were the mainstream.

200 years after the world has ended, the laws of society have long been forgotten.