The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World - Chapter 565 - 331: Siege of the Heaven’s Chosen One_2

Ms Shen goes about her usual days while Mr Bo flirts with her relentlessly.

America, 1980. No sooner had Xu Yi transmigrated than he was put on the dissection table; then he gradually came to understand the true nature of this world. “Studying medicine can’t exorcise undead demons; I must become an exorcist!” he resolved silently to himself. On a misty, rain-soaked night. “Miss Evil Spirit over there, the night is cold and damp; be careful not to catch a chill! Come over here and warm yourself by the fire!” Xu Yi said, holding a lighter, as the pale gold flame slowly approached the other. The Evil Spirit shrank back, looking at Xu Yi with fear. “Don’t be afraid, I just want to warm you up...” Xu Yi’s face broke into a warm smile, “by setting you on fire!” Ding dong! Ding dong! “Sign-in at the Land of Fear successful, Resurrection Coin awarded!” “Synthesis pathway requirements met, do you wish to combine the following entries?” Psychic + Scholar + Painter = Psychic Painter! Saintly Offspring + Gunfight Technique + Revolver Mastery = Holy Gunslinger! Undead + Revelation + Holy Nation = God!

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Da Yan’s first female emperor has transmigrated! When she opened her eyes, she had become an 18th-tier actress who bore the same name as her and was participating in a variety show about surviving in the wilderness. Netizens: Do variety shows not have any standards? They let just anyone participate nowadays, huh?Su Yangyang: I’m indeed incompetent.However, when the camera turned to her…She opened up wastelands and made farming fields. She set up traps, made musical instruments, caught fish and tore through wild boars with her bare hands, climbed trees to pick fruits, weaved fishing nets, learned traditional medicine…The result of that was a massive increase in viewership! Netizen 1: What the heck did she mean, “incompetent”?!Netizen 2: Miss Yang is amazing!!! As the program went on, there was a sick actor by her side who was always weak for no reason, and often fell into her arms. Su Yangyang: Men are so troublesome. Until one day, the top star covered the camera and changed completely. Instead of his usual sickly and weak demeanor, he pressed her up against the wall and kissed her. The next day, Su Yangyang became one of the top searches on the Internet due to the marks she sported. Su Yangyang: It was just a mosquito bite. A misunderstanding. Actor King Bo tweeted: @Suyangyang I heard my name changed and is now Mosquito? That night, the entire Internet was paralyzed with shock.

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”