MTL - Eight Desolate Sword God - Chapter 1176 神神

Liu Sanniang was reborn. When she remembered her lonely end, she decided to get married in this life no matter what.

She only wanted to marry an average scholar, but who knew that the tall and striking future general, Chu Yan, took an interest in her.

The first time they met, she was too shy to look up at him.

The second time they met, he sandwiched her against the wall and said, “Are you afraid of me?”

The third time they met, he squatted down and said, “Come on, I’ll carry you.”

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After meeting a few more times, he came to ask for her hand.

However, he was at least two meters tall and muscular. She feared that he might squash her to death!

Once they got married, Chu Yan strode over to her and ‘forcefully’ grabbed her hand, ready to pass his life savings to her. Yet, his delicate and beautiful bride fainted out of shock…

Liu Sanniang then realized that being with her ‘scary’ husband meant living peaceful and leisurely days, so her eyes narrowed as she grinned.

CONTENT WARNING:/This novel contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult situations. Reader discretion is advised./She was born to lie.He was born to enjoy it.Vivienne was raised by thieves.Seduction was her weapon.Stealing was survival.Lying? Second nature.Trust? Never an option.Now her debtors want one final job: sneak into the home of a reclusive duke, pose as his maid, and steal a golden horse worth a fortune.They promised her freedom—if she hands it over.But Vivienne isn’t handing over anything.She’s stealing the treasure, scamming the bastards who raised her, and disappearing into the wind.Simple plan.Until she meets Duke André.He’s not sick.Well—maybe a little in the head. And definitely bored.But dangerous? Oh, yes.Handsome? Unfortunately.Unbothered by her lies? Very.Every time she lies—he smirks.Every time she plots—he leans closer.And every time he touches her… she loses a little more control.He’s strange.He’s dangerous.And he’s onto her.But Vivienne’s not the type to fall.She’s the type to steal your gold—and leave you gasping.Unless, of course…He steals her first.