The Huntsman Of Death:A Gamer's POV As Side Character - Chapter 133 - 135

The young lady who was born in the Tang family and was sent to the Taoist temple for five years was brought back.

Everyone had their own thoughts and planned to welcome the tender, sickly and weak girl, but they did not want to see a bright little bald head.

He also followed them like a small tail all day long, saying that they were dying soon.

In this regard, the Tang family resisted at first, even if it is not cute and soft, it should not be a nonsense little magic stick!

Later, when she saw that the little girl was about to take action after turning the bad guy’s shame into anger, the crowd exclaimed, she held a small whisk in one hand and a small pink fist in the other to “convince people with virtue” for them.

The Tang family who gradually eat soft rice: Really fragrant!

**

The wealthy Rong family has been inherited for a hundred years. It is rumored that there is a noble young master in this Fangshen mansion. He is dressed in Tang suit and has Buddhist beads around his wrists. Everyone is afraid.

One day, on the reclining chair under the pear tree in the courtyard, a pile of plush yarn was placed on the lap of the boy who had always been calm and intelligent.

The guards wondered, this little young master did not touch the spring water with his ten fingers.

Just listen to this gentle question: I’ve been thinking about it, or a plush hat to keep warm, do you think the pink one looks good today, or the colorful one?

Guard: ? ? ?

**

Rong Qing knew from a young age that she was different, that she was too hostile, and that she always wanted to get close.

Until she met Tang Jin holding a small whisk, pressing the ghost on the ground with a hammer, and the ghost fled everywhere, she still remembered that the sea of ​​suffering is endless.

Later, Rong Qing touched the other party’s small bald head, and smiled and pulled her hand: How about going through a pass today, brother?

For the sake of you being so good-looking, Xiao Nian is holding hands, softly and reservedly: Yes.

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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.

The daughter Xu Youyou, whom the Xu family sent to the countryside to recuperate many years ago, has returned to fulfill her engagement with the Lin family.

On the eve of the wedding, the groom escaped from marriage and went abroad to find his Bai Yueguang, everyone: wow… [eat melon expression]

Xu Youyou: Oh huh.

In the next second, the white and soft little hand grabbed the man’s sleeve, and said in a sweet and glutinous tone, “Mr. Mo, can you marry me?”

…

Mo Shenbai is a pure-hearted, mysterious and low-key business tycoon. He has been in the elusive shopping mall for ten years. No newspapers and magazines dare to publish a photo of him, and there is not a single strange person who can let him take a look.

Everyone said that Mo Shenbai’s marriage to Xu Youyou must be an agreed marriage, and they will definitely divorce after one year.

Xu Youyou ate her melon with gusto, but just when she was eating, she realized that something was wrong.

No need to pay for shopping, no need to order food, no matter where you go, everyone greets her warmly: Mrs. Mo is good.

Later, the dark and white Bai Yueguang came back, and the ex-fiancé expressed affectionately: “Yoyo, only I really love you, come back to me, I don’t despise you.”

Before Xu Youyou could answer the man’s domineering embrace, her low voice was sexy and sultry: “Baby, you didn’t tell him, here is the crystallization of our love.” Her warm big palm pressed against her flat belly.

Xu Youyou blushed, and the scumbag blushed…

[Brainless Mary Sue loves text after marriage | Focus on male abuse two]

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