Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby - Chapter 1146 - White Roses

Dreaming back to the Tang Dynasty, being an ordinary person, greedy for money, lustful, debauched and free.

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I died in my world. Not peacefully of course, it was a shootout, like most of my life.Over there I was the Mob’s greatest enforcer.They killed my parents and turned me into a soldier, lying to me for years. Until I turned those skills on them.But death wasn’t the end unfortunately.I transmigrated into an alternate earth; one haunted by monsters, ruled by secret organizations, and crawling with things far worse than mobsters. But in this world, I’m not even human. I’m a Wraith, a ghost possessing my corpse in another world.But the rules don’t seem to work for me. I never stopped evolving.–——Noah looked down at the Perfect Grimoire. “Huh? I never stopped gaining abilities.”[Void Ice creation][Hellfire][Culling voice][Soul destruction]

In a magical Middle Ages, it was difficult to stick to your beliefs…or even to be alone.

Because the people here are not simple, they are ignorant, greedy and cruel.

Because the nobles here are not noble, they are insidious, vicious and tyrannical.

But… people’s constitutions cannot be generalized.

Lan En touched the two hearts and three lung sacs under his chest.

It is estimated that not only in this world, but also in other worlds connected by the intersection of the celestial sphere, I can maintain a healthy view of good and evil.

——Then get rid of all those hopeless scum!

[Estimated world experience: Sekiro, Assassin’s Creed, Monster Hunter, Bloodline, Dark Souls, Nioh…]

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The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”