I Have Seven Big Brothers - Chapter 8: Fourth brother Gu Mingli

Wei Lan accidentally transformed into a cannon fodder girl of the era. She was dissatisfied when she went to the countryside for her brother and broke up with her family.

Because he was greedy for the male protagonist’s “beauty”, he was framed by another cannon fodder’s female partner, and successfully married a second-rate man in the brigade. In the end, he died in a foreign country. It can be said that he was a master of death!

Wei Lan, who is familiar with the plot, said who the male protagonist loves! Please let me be beautiful alone!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        The female protagonist who wears books and is a squeamish woman VS the male protagonist who was ruthless in the early stage and didn’t talk much in the later stage.

(The heroine has a delicate setting, she doesn’t like to stray in, her daily purpose is: sweet, sweet, sweet!)

Note: There is another male protagonist, not the male protagonist in the original book.

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[The 3000th Descent of Mystery is about to begin.][This is your only chance to redeem yourself.]When the whole world was in danger, Wang Teng activated a unique talent.It was the Rank SSS talent - Inequivalent Exchange!He was not purchasing things for free, but the exchange was not equivalent.[Exchange successfully. You used half a bowl of cup noodles. With your Rank SSS talent, you may retrieve an unlimited supply of cup noodles.][Exchange successfully. You used a bottle of Sad Breeze wine to exchange for the Star Shifting Method.]…From then on, Wang Teng activated a new exchange system.

One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. And even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques.

However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed…

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.