The Deity of War - Chapter 77: Golden Blood Armor

“Congratulations! Your divorce process will soon be complete. You can finally be rid of that pervert and go looking for true love. Aren’t you happy?”

“What’s there to be happy about?” As a top-notch female celebrity and popular actress, Luo Ying had always been admired by countless male and female fans alike. After waking up, not only did she have to face the reality of transmigrating into a novel, but she also had to get a divorce from the villain in the novel. Her nightmarish life would soon begin!

In the novel, Luo Ying had feelings for the male lead. After getting a divorce from the villain, she did everything she could to set the female lead up. In the end, the male lead locked her in a mental asylum and tortured her until she died.

Luo Ying shivered at the thought of such an ending. She didn’t want to die young. She wanted to stay alive!

To protect herself, the top-notch actress with a sweet voice began igniting flames of passion in the villain’s heart.

“Honey, I’m tired. Please hug me.”

“Are you sleepy? Do you want me to sing you a lullaby?”

Luo Ying thought she had turned off the livestream camera. Little did she know, it was still on. Her husband picked her up and looked at her gently. The way he coaxed her was broadcast on the livestream. On that very day, the entire internet crashed!

Netizens: Is this the content I’m supposed to see without paying? God, please give me a husband like him. Please give me a wife like her!

After the failure of crossing the tribulation, Ye Leng’an returned to the first life again.

In that life, she was the fake daughter of the Ye family who shouted and beat her. Against the background of the real daughter, she was like mud under the ground, while the other party was the bright moon in the sky. In the end, she died tragically under the pressure and frame of the real daughter’s admirers, and her fate was bleak.

After her death, her soul traveled to the world of comprehension. With hard work, she finally reached the stage of crossing the catastrophe, only one step away from ascending to immortality. But when crossing the catastrophe, he failed because of the inner demons of the first life.

In this life, she came back with thousands of splendors, and she was no longer the wimpy and fake daughter she once was.

Hehe, after living a new life, she wants to bloom her own brilliance, gods block and kill gods, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas.

The real daughter is a medical genius with the potential to become a genius doctor?

Excuse me, the originator of life and death is here, holding a panacea in his hand, attracting countless bosses to compete!

The real daughter is a computer wizard, but she can freely shuttle through the Internet?

I’m sorry, but the network she developed has come and gone. In her network, she is a god, killing with one thought.

The rebirth of a great power in the comprehension world has set off countless storms in the city.

Just when countless bigwigs were falling for her, a mysterious man with huge power both in the open and in the dark embraced her directly and swore sovereignty: “This is mine, wife.”

At this time, Ye Leng’an could only helplessly roll his eyes to the sky: He really is a jealous guy!

- Description from novelbuddy

Luke transmigrates as Abel Bishop into an alternate world vastly different from his own. On the surface, it appears ordinary, but beneath lies a hidden war.A special group of people, known as Occultists, wield supernatural abilities to combat the anomalous entities that threaten humanity's existence.Thrown headfirst into this age-old conflict, Abel has only his strange abilities, his sheer will to survive, and a mysterious coin that always returns no matter how many times he tries to get rid of it...

[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.