Nero, The Legendary Hunter - Chapter 152 - 151: This Girl is Fierce

Xiaofei finds herself alive again inside the body of a beautiful young lady from the noble Lin family owning the same name as her.She was blessed with a peerless face, worthy of winning every men's heart and gaining women's envy in her previous life.But she foolishly fell in love with the prince, and was destined to die at the hands of her own beloved person.Even in this new life and body. Evil schemes and scandals won't let her escape even after her rebirth hence,she starts to do the same. Be evil and ruthless to those who went against her.Men and women needs to be bought.Golden Throne has to be passed over.Empire must be conquered and torched down.And hearts needs to be snatched.Xiaofei swears to overturn the world and slay her enemy. With a cruel era like this, one can only forcibly try to make a shell and protect oneself from harm.However, who would have thought that a man full of viciousness an arrogance that could pierce the sky would suddenly barge into Xiaofei's life? And would shamelessly whisper next to her ear, “Your enemy is my enemy and your wish is my command. However, I also have another wish that only you could grant for me.”“That is to have my wife for breakfast, lunch, snack, and dinner.”Xiaofei: “……”

On the way to a company workshop, we fell into a world of immortal cultivators while still in the car.

Those with spiritual roots and unique abilities were all called to join cultivation sects, living prosperously.

But I, having neither spiritual roots nor special abilities, lived as an ordinary mortal for 50 years, complying with fate until my death.

That’s what I thought.

Until I regressed.

She reincarnated, she died when she was twenty, the murderer pushed her to the road in the glare of public eye. However, within the people ——

Her respectful father said to the murderer: Don’t take it to your heart, this is not your fault.

Her loving-kindness mother said to the murderer: Don’t worry, I still got you, you’re much better than my real daughter.

Her lovely brother said to the murderer: Tsk, this kind of woman should have just die earlier, her existence embarrasses me.

Her beloved man said to the murderer: You’re the only one I loved from the start.

The murderer was moved to tears, as if she was the only pure white lotus that remains in this world, nobody notices her vicious and scarcely smile.

Hence ——

When everything resets, she swears she will take everything back and make her pay twice the price, she desires to become the princess where everyone comforts her for murdering a person too. She’ll definitely make that person who stole everything from her to experience the deepest agony in her soul.

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Before he was in love with her, he calmly said: “I can sense the smell of crime on her.”

After he was in love with her, his face was cold but his heart was warm: “I can sense the smell that turns me into a crime on her.”

She said: “Can I keep your corpse into my collection when you die?”

He said: “Are you going to r*pe me day and night?”

She said: “I just want to make you into a mummy.”

He said: “I didn’t know you were so hardcore, using this kind of method to make me stay by your side forever.”

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...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.