Saimin Regulation - Chapter 85: Seibu Rein Confession Rape-Arc

Yin Xu, a super genius of cultivating demonic arts in history. However, once his failed to get through the tribulation and became a mortal, even a reputed good-for-nothing at last.So what if he was a tr*sh, he can still cultivate the demonic arts!So what if he couldn’t ascend, he can still be the lord above everyone else, but excepting someone!As to the man…Yin Xu: “Next time, I must ride on you!”Teng Yu: “Good! If you don’t want the Yang energy to replenish your Yin energy.”Yin Xu: “Oh! Forget it. Cultivating my demonic arts is the most important!!!”

My brother* and I, from elementary school to university, had grown up together. We didn’t just get into the same degree, we’re also sharing the same dormitory room.

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry him, an unexistent and unfavored prince. After ascending the throne, the harem was filled with the daughters of important officials in the court.

Looking at the hurt eyes and feeling upset, it is fortunate that they all feel that they have dirty their own dragon bodies.

He decided to choose a hot-tempered, arrogant, domineering and jealous woman into the palace, and put all these rubbish in the cold palace for him.

Song Yunzhao traveled to ancient times for 14 years, and has been developing obscenely. He just waited for the plot to start, and then turned into an arrogant, domineering, vicious and jealous villain. When he was defeated, he could choose a husband and live happily.

Later, Song Yunzhao looked at the doting Majesty smiling at her and said, “Zhaozhao, come here.”

Song Yunzhao only felt that something was wrong, the soles of his feet felt cold, and the dog emperor had a gentle face and cold eyes, he clearly wanted to use her as a weapon!

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In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.