MTL - Horror Web - Chapter 341 One more?

Soft cute crying bag nine-tailed fox princess x cold heart and hot heart
Attack and favor each other 1v1, the past wears today’s cookies
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Mingying, the little princess of the Nine-Tailed Clan, was chased and killed when she ran away from home and crossed into a forbidden area by mistake. When she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by a completely unfamiliar scene.

When Mingying fled in a hurry, tired and hungry, a woman grabbed the back of her neck with a sullen face and took her away.

Knowing that she was picked up by a demon slayer, Mingying is trying to escape every day.
However, every time he escaped, he was caught by the other side by the back of his neck.

Mingying: Even if I lie on the street and be a wild fox, I don’t want to live with this bad woman!

Later
Mingying: Why don’t the bad women come and touch my tail? QAQ
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Fu Anyu caught a fox demon who was running around and disrupting order on the street.
The fox demon became a mystery, and there was no such demon, so Fu Anyu kept her in his home for the purpose of surveillance.

The fox demon is simple and squeamish, and always has no intention of tearing down the house and causing trouble. Fu Anyu had to investigate her origins and teach her how to live.

Who would have known that the fox demon, who had to run away from time to time, was sticking to her day by day.

#I just want to monitor the fox demon but raised a wife#
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The cover is set for the protagonist, thanks to the artist guilu

Content tags: A special liking, ancient and modern, urban strange news, cute pet

Search keywords: Protagonist: Ming Ying, Fu Anyu ┃ Supporting roles: Chen Yanxuan, Du Yunxin, Hu Xiuli, Li Lingmao, He Che, Su Jinyu

One sentence introduction: The president only pets me rua me~

Purpose: Even if the identities are different, we must understand each other and live together.

- Description from novelbuddy

“Let’s get a divorce,” Chen Jinyao said.

She knew that she was only a supporting character in this novel world. The male lead only married her as a business relationship and, sooner or later, the female lead of the story would eventually show up.

If Chen Jinyao was indecisive about leaving, only heartbreak would follow.

Something pulled her thin white wrist, and next thing she knew, she was pushed down and pressed against a pillow. Yan Cheng’s peach blossom eyes bored into her in discontent as he declared, “Only in your dreams!”

After spending a colorful night, she was too tired to lift a finger.

When she fell asleep in Yan Cheng’s arms, she had a dream.

In her dream, she had turned 80 years old.

But can someone tell her why she still hadn’t left the marriage at that age?

Three thousand years of bowing down to the Demon Lord, I would rather be a mortal than a celestial being when looking back, but for her I will… become one who controls life and death!

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?