Shrouding the Heavens - Chapter 189 Heavenly Source Master’s Terrifying Later Years

The Empress who dies in torture, An Rushuang is her name. After she wakes up, she finds herself has time-travelled to when she was twelve years old, but she would turn into Major General’s white horse at night. He is a general who orders about the winds and clouds on the battlefield, and she is a little girl lives in her boudoir seclusively.
She endeavors to change her fate, and he spared no effort to win every battle. They meet each other every day, well, it’s night to be accurate. Is that a dream or not? She pleads to marry the seignior to win peace for her family, only to find he is the one she is going to marry.
“Growing old with you under the same roof is my long-cherished wish”, thought them both.

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Elena, who spent her entire life as a cold-blooded female knight to avenge her family, ended up dying without claiming her revenge. When she opened her eyes she found that she went back into the past. By day she was a lady in a dress, and at night she carried a sword to change history and prevent her family’s destruction.

Inexplicably, there was an app on Jiang Yu’s phone that couldn’t be uninstalled. After a suggestive opening animation loaded, a sentence appeared on the screen: … What is your wish that you most want to realize?
Jiang Yu, who doesn’t believe in ghosts and gods, couldn’t hold back after all, and made a wish for her parents to be resurrected.
Then the screen restarted, and a new line of words was displayed in the center of the phone——
[Welcome to the world where power is paramount. 】
Waking up again, Jiang Yu was in a strange bus, next to a player in the same situation as her, and the announcement sounded in the car: “There is an experienced person among you, please find out his existence.”
This is the beginning of the infinite world full of horror.

In a dungeon, Jiang Yu met Shi Jun, who was the number one ranked S-100% under the alias of “Zhong Yu” disguised as a rookie.
At this time, Shi Jun pretended to be a soft and weak little white flower, while observing Jiang Yu closely.
Her eyes on Jiang Yu were full of interest. Seeing Jiang Yu’s calm, rational, and heart-warming performance, Shi Jun couldn’t help but smile slightly.
No one can live without shame in this infinite world, but this person in front of him is an exception.
While pretending to be afraid, Shi Jun took the other’s hand, while lowering her eyes to hide the smile in her eyes.
Such beautiful roses made her want to pick them, plant them in her own garden, and taste them to her heart’s content.

The infinite world is full of dangers, and even if Jiang Yu has a calm judgment, she still struggles.
But she knew that she could not retreat, otherwise not only would she not be able to realize her wish, she would even die without a place to bury her.
At this moment, a woman with a strong fragrance of flowers found her, and pointedly tapped Jiang Yu’s lips: “Surviving, escaping, and fulfilling wishes are all difficult things for newcomers. If you are not careful, you will be smashed to pieces. But-”
“I can protect you, but I only protect one kind of person, Little Rose, do you know what kind of person it is?”

At first, Shi Jun just wanted to pick this rose.
Later, Shi Jun wanted to keep her for a long time and let her bloom in his palm.

Content tags: fantasy space ghosts horror infinite stream
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[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.