I Cultivate Passively - Chapter 497 - Visualization Technique: Obtained!

“Is this man not going to divorce me? Why does he still ask me to warm the bed every night?”

A certain man said this was due to the winter being too cold. However, when summer finally arrived, she still needed to warm the bed, thus a certain girl could not take it anymore:

“I want a divorce!”

A certain man only smiled wantonly and said, “Divorce? Sure, as long as you agree to two conditions of mine.”

“What conditions?”

“Either you pamper me or I pamper you, the duration is ten thousand years…..”

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Wen Ying became the “Unlucky One” chosen by Lord God.No matter which world she appears in, she is not loved.————“I heard that you became a sugar baby?”“Stepped on three boats. Ah, the boats probably capsized.”“You are a minister’s wife, but you’re seducing his majesty, why are you such a slag?”Actress-born Wen Ying, displayed the exclusive smile of a white lotus——So what? In the end, won’t all of you become my ministers.

The wind follows the dragon, the cloud follows the tiger, fame and fortune, dust and soil

Looking at Shenzhou, the people are suffering, thousands of miles of fertile land are barren

Look at the world, make all the hustlers, and make up for the incompleteness of heaven

Good man, don’t be parents, only for the common people, not for the Lord

Holding ninety-nine steel knives, killing Hu Erfang

I am a dignified man, why am I a barbarian as a horse and an ox

The strong man drank the wine in his bowl, and he traveled thousands of miles without looking back

The golden drums roared in unison, everyone roared, never breaking the Huanglong oath!

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In the eleventh year of the Shunzhi reign in the pseudo-Qing Dynasty, Zhou Shixiang, a Han from Xinhui in Guangdong, said, “My Han man will never be a slave!”

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**Updates Paused Temporarily to Resume on the First Week of March; Check Chapter 292 Author’s Note For More Information.[Warning: Contains Mature Content]“Beware of the tongue of a wicked woman. For it may tell a lie that would slay the world.”Eighteen-Year-old rejected, wolfless and blind Zina is summoned to the capital to tell a vision for the ruthless and feared Alpha King of the North notoriously known as ‘The King Who Crowned Himself’.The result of Zina’s ‘false’ vision has the Alpha Prince and future Alpha Supreme, Daemon, banished from the capital to fight wars at the borders where only death awaits him in the hands of the famed Arising Rogues, and the even more famed Deformed.But Daemon survives fire, blood and claw, and not only does he survive, but six years later, he is back as Alpha Supreme, driven by vengeance against those who brought him down. Starting from his cunny siblings, to the eighteen-year old girl now twenty-four who spelt his destiny with just mere words, Daemon vows to leave no one unscathed.However Zina is well aware of her own treachery. Now the Theta to the same powerful werewolf house she told the dangerous lie against, and having tasted the bitter pill of betrayal from the very people she told the dangerous lie for, she is unwilling to resign to her fate just yet.But how do you melt the heart of a man that you once ruined? And how do you destroy a woman loved by all the common people, and perhaps, even the gods?Daemon will learn the hard way that not all vengeance can be taken, and not all debts can be collected.Secrets abound, the Deformed Werewolves are set to rise, and a rare chance at second mating befalls the two most unusual people. And now, one thing has become for sure—Daemon must first defeat the enemy outside, before he can truly confront her, who has become the enemy of his heart.****Zina's back pressed against the wall as a taut body pinned her, their warmth mingling together. Four years of deadly anticipation had culminated into that very moment.His whispers caressed her ear, sending shivers that had nothing to do with the chill in the air down her spine. “Since you see visions so well, tell me Theta of my house, do you see the day you will die?” His breath ghosted over her skin, reminding her of a debt to be collected.Swallowing and maintaining a tight grip on her staff despite the body that burned against hers, she answered firmly. “I am afraid the gods haven’t shown me yet.”The man over her smiled shrewdly. His lips grazed her ear, his hot breath sending waves of sensation. “I believe in all of the names I have been called, one of them is god. So let me tell you that which you do not know…“…today is the day you will die.”