I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon - Chapter 545 - Whoever offend the Heavens, shall be dismembered!

On the day of the wedding, Feng Xi Er laid on top of the ‘Ghost king’, eager to take off his wedding robe. He squinted his eyes, flipped over and switched their positions. He held her dishonest hand and said, coldly, “Miss is so eager to get on This Prince? Are you so desperate?” Feng Xi Er was just desperate to prove something, and once again reached out to take off his mask. The Ghost King smiled evilly, grabbed Feng Xi Er’s wrist and began to remove her robe and say: “Since Miss wants it, This Prince shall satisfy you…”

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Introduction (2): Beautiful girl’s exclusive car, street supercar, hardcore off-road, thugs in suits, small steel guns, urban SUVs, golden collar favorites, tool cars, irritable pickups, grocery shopping cars… car explosions, passionate racing , practice second-hand cars, everything here.

Introduction (1): Secretary: “Mr. Zhang, this quarter, the sales of used cars increased by 250% month-on-month, and the sales of new cars increased by 380% month-on-month. The profit of car modification, repair and other businesses also hit a new high.”

Zhang Chen: “Okay, hard work, give one million yuan to each reader who supports this book.”

PS: This book is in the third person. 1 and a half female lead.

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“Why is this happening…?”

Mia Luna Tearmoon, Princess of the Tearmoon Empire, muttered to herself as she stood shackled on the execution platform.

The faces of the spectators surrounding her were, without exception, filled with indignation.

Before long, Mia was executed at the hands of the revolutionists, who were fed up with the heavy taxation.

But the next moment, she unexpectedly found herself lying on her bed.

It was eight years ago, when she was just a mere kid.

For a while, Mia even wondered if she was hallucinating. However, what appeared on her bedside table was a bloodstained diary that she had written herself.

That day, Mia’s screams could be heard echoing throughout the palace.

Mia was not a vicious person by nature. She was simply incapable of understanding the pain and hunger of others, and by the time she discovered it, it was already too late to do anything.

After she regressed back to her childhood, Mia struggled hard to trace back the events of the past with the help of her blood-stained diary and memories.

Was it to save the future of a declining empire?

Was it to save the soldiers who died in the civil war?

Was it to save the people from famine?

No, she had only one goal.

To avert her fate of facing the guillotine (execution)!

Catching arrows, running up walls, crushing boulders and bending metal, these are but petty parlour tricks in the eyes of martial artists. But where can a genuine martial artist stand in an era where martial artists are nothing more than a myth?