Unrivaled Tang Sect - Chapter 602: Death of an Ultimate Douluo?

As an author who transmigrated into her own abusive novel, Shi Luo didn’t feel any pressure from it. Besides, it’s not like she transmigrated into the female protagonist who got abused physically and mentally anyway. And so she decided there was nothing she had to do, all she had to do was just to watch it unfold in front of her eyes.

But this development seems a bit wrong! Wasn’t this supposed to be an abusive novel? How unlucky!

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Shen Ye has transmigrated. The original owner was a completely pitiful one. His mother was murdered by his biological father and his mistress, and he was fooled into entering the entertainment industry by his stepmother and later ruined by her. When Shen Ye took over the original owner’s body, he was pushed down the stairs by the mistress’s son!

The original owner’s grandmother was worried that he would be lonely and helpless for the rest of his life and would be bullied by the Shen family, so she insisted on letting him marry Ye Ze.

Ye Ze is the person in charge of the Ye family and has enough ability to protect him.

Shen Ye said that he doesn’t need to rely on him because he has awakened his talent. Soon he will become a master of metaphysics and sweep the entire entertainment circle. He, himself, is his greatest reliance!

However, he did not refuse his grandmother’s proposal, who told him to fall in love with Ye Ze at first sight?

The warm purple air on the other person made him feel so comfortable…

He took the heirloom jade pendant his grandmother gave, waved it in front of Ye Ze’s eyes, and smiled like a stealing cat: Uncle, let’s get married!

Ye Ze: …

Ye Ze endured it for a long time and finally forced him to change his words on the wedding night: call me husband.

After that, the painting style is like this:

International actress: Looking for a fortune teller!

National actor: Asking for a fortune!

Popular Little Flower: Asking for a fortune teller!

Mistress’s family: Please let us go…

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1946

Peggy Carter walked to the Brooklyn Bridge and poured Captain America’s blood sample under the bridge with her own hands. “Goodbye, dear.” A woman’s voice suddenly sounded beside her, as if it had come out of nowhere. “He will come back.” At this time, Carter’s face was full of tears, and he looked at the woman in black with a black hat in his pocket very puzzled, “Ha, I’m sorry to scare you suddenly. Seeing what you said Yes, I just want to persuade you.” After finishing speaking, he looked towards the bridge and looked at the sea view in the distance. Carter, who was very vigilant, felt relieved after hearing such an explanation, wiped away his tears, and wanted to leave. “I have a friend ……” The mysterious woman suddenly said another word, interrupting Carter, which made her feel uneasy.

“I have a friend who wants me to tell you that I look forward to meeting you.” As she said that, Peggy’s uneasiness increased by three points, and she quietly touched the hidden gun.

“In the future, live well…”

“Who are you!”

The mysterious woman ignored Peggy Carter and immediately turned around. Peggy was anxious and immediately drew out her gun.

The woman took out her hand from her pocket, and there were six gemstones of different colors inlaid in her hand, clenched into a fist. The mysterious woman disappeared in front of Peggy’s eyes, but the last words “for the captain” still linger in Peggy’s ears.

Year 2008.

Daisy officially presented the full plan to the Security Council

“The world needs more heroes”

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I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.