Why Are You Becoming a Villain Again? - Chapter 100: Weight of Vengeance (4)

[Sultry and unconsciously seduces the heroine] vs [All villains and crazy bosses]

Yun Ranran transmigrated into a cannon fodder female supporting role in a comprehension novel. She was robbed of everything by the heroine and died tragically under her sword. The system told her that in order to get rid of the fate of tragic death, she needs to attack three blackened villains at the same time.

【The ruthless sword fairy who kills like hemp】
【The sick and charming demon who destroys the world with his own hands】
【Indifferent and unintentional buddhist son】

Yun Ranran looked at [simultaneously] [blackening] and fell into deep thought.
The three bigwigs in the comprehension world, everyone talks about it, but they have all been a little bit retrograde recently.
Sword Immortal Xiu has a ruthless way, thousands of years of cold ice, no one is allowed to approach, recently lost his identity, a small number, was picked up by a little girl, forced to be her little brother, if he is not obedient, he will be pressed against the wall for education, patted His little face told him to be good, and every time he escaped, he ended up miserable.
The demon king is paranoid, gloomy, moody, locked in the abyss for more than ten years, crawls out bloody and prepares to take revenge on the society, a little girl protects him behind him, says you are a good person, I will protect you, he was just about to be a good person Tian saw the sword fairy pressing the little girl against the wall and telling her to say “I will be good” over and over again.
The Buddha’s son is praised by the world, restrains abstinence, and is called the man who is closest to God, but he is actually a white cut black, who has been wandering between darkness and light. His hands were trying their best to be nice to him, and he pulled her into his arms, feeling tempted for the first time. As a result, the next day, he saw the little girl being cornered by two other bastards, and he realized that she had not only Buddha, but also swords and demons.
The three bosses: Oh, that’s fine.
Yun Ranran, who fell into the blackened Shura field and was tossed and tossed: Huh…not very good…wrong, wrong…
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- Description from novelbuddy

A petite and frail woman came to Donggong, and Chumei in Donggong didn’t take this abandoned woman seriously at first.

Who would have thought that she would occasionally feel the cold today, and she would be ill tomorrow, attracting His Royal Highness to take care of her day and night.

She took care of her, and took care of people on the couch, so angry that Zhongmei called her a shameless white lotus.

As the party concerned, Qin Zhao said: My ex-husband greened me, I turned around and hooked up with the prince of the dynasty, and robbed the prospective man of the third child. The first marriage is higher than the first marriage, is there any problem?

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The crown prince Xiao Ce had few desires for half his life until he met Qin Zhao.

He thought Qin Zhao was pitiful and would not be able to live without him, so he let her live in the East Palace temporarily, day and night to keep her pampered.

Later, when he ascended the throne, every time he saw Qin Zhao’s ex-husband’s face, he would torture Qin Zhao’s soul every night: “Is my body still satisfactory to Zhaozhao?”

【Wear the book, double clean, sweet pet】

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The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”

“So am I.”

“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”

“So am I.”

“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”

“I don’t know either.”

He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”

At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.

I guess this must be love.