MTL - Luoyang Brocade - Chapter 393 Marriage (1)

The first time they meet, she bumps into him. The second time they meet, she agrees to a marriage contract in exchange for his help in her bid for revenge. But… he becomes addicted to loving her.

During his first attempt, he flies a helicopter domineeringly; in his second attempt, he arrogantly removes all his love rivals; in his third attempt, he tries to tie her down using a cute child. Youxuan replies with a plain resounding ‘no’ all three times.

In the end, Shan Hanjie takes one look at her, grits his teeth, and plops onto the ground. “Babe, you dropped your prince charming, please bring him home!”

This story revolves around a boy who was sent to a dark, mysterious parallel world in the body of his beautiful senior sister known as Lily. The lone girl ran into the night parade of a hundred ghosts the very day she arrived; seeking survival amongst the warrior’s dispute in a chaotic world, and forging her own demon sword! This is an unimaginable other world adventure!

The ‘Divine Twilight’ had been a mere mortal, but he successfully became a deity.

While living as the notorious fiend, he lost his divine essence, faith, and divine rank. His divinity was also severed, and he no longer had divine power; he had lost everything.

“I want you to do a job for me.” Thanatos, the ruler of the Underworld, made an offer…

The ‘Divine Twilight’ took his offer and began to live as the Player ‘Lee Chang-Sun’ again to strangle the deities that had pushed him to the abyss!

‘I’m really back.’

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