Do You Want to Marry Me? - Chapter 139 - : Why Are You Looking For My Wife?

Xuanqian Continent, where sects stood in great numbers and experts abounded.The youth, Zhou Heng, with a mysterious black Broken Sword in his Dantian, emerged from Origin Stone Town and fought his way to claim a piece of the world in this grand era.To the exceedingly wicked, kill!To those who bullied my friends and family, kill!To those who obstructed my path to enlightenment, kill!On the path to the heavens, I tread with songs, with a sword in hand, I alone am honored under the heavens!

On the day he entered university, the navigation system on his phone started to have the function to automatically search for treasures.

Every time he found a treasure, he would be able to receive a lot of rewards.

“92kg of embezzled products detected. The reward for completing the treasure hunt: 100 million mansions by the Sky Lake.”

“The top celebrity, Xia Qiu, will run into danger soon. The reward for completing fate hunt: 100 million cash.”

“5kg gold detected. The reward for completing treasure hunt: 60% stock of Distant Publishing that’s worth 600 million.”

With the continuous treasure hunts automatically detected on his phone and obtaining the rewards from the hunts, Ye Feng said, “From today onwards, I’ll be the most pretentious bastard.”

In that life, Fan Qingyao was the daughter of a famous family, the successor of a miraculous doctor, and her medical skills were superb. But she poisoned the traitor Zhongliang, considered the thief his father, and threatened her relatives to seek power and seize the throne for him.

The whole family of my grandfather died without any body parts, and my brother was burned into a handful of ashes. Having been drained of all her value, she was thrown into the cold palace and died tragically under the boning knife in his hand.

When she opened her eyes again, she was back to when she was ten years old. People are still the same people, things are still the same, but Fan Qingyao vows to turn things around!

For her seriously ill mother, her wasted sister, and her nameless brother, she wanted to personally find happiness and health for them, and a bright future ahead of them.

Stepmother who dominates her mother’s status, since you love money, I will keep you in poverty for the rest of your life.

Partial father, if you like power, I will ruin your reputation!

You scumbag who deceived her, you love the throne, I will let you watch others sit on that chair!

My sister with a hidden smile, everything you like, I will crush it to pieces in front of you with my own hands!

In this life, relatives must be protected and enemies must be fought. Of course, revenge is not avenged in a day, and the road is not completed in one day.

However, as this road of revenge continues, one more person appears out of thin air! Your Highness, could you please give way?

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The Empire's forces retreated in desperation—trampled by faceless horrors bringing darkness and death to these once beautiful lands.Only the most courageous stood in defiance, forming a last defence to buy the people time to flee—fighting until the final embers of hope burned out.A man stands with a silver sword, like a beacon of hope to those around him. He roared with all his might drawing his blade against the overwhelming enemy!“You face Lancelot, Sword of the Empire! ”These horrors tested the Lord's grit and loyalty in the final moments.“Should my blade break, I will use my body!”The knights had fallen, broken swords for their tombstones, and lords fled, betraying the Empire to survive.“If my body breaks, I'll use my Soul!”Lancelot, the sword of the Empire, fought alone.All hope seemed lost.“And if my Soul fails...”What could a single man and his army do?He fights against the dark tide, blade in hand, heart on sleeve.“I will sell myself to the devil for revenge!”But he was too weak, too fragile.The last Lord of humanity stood against the enemy.Lancelot was a master of the sword, a mortal, neither a God nor a Saint.Miracles were beyond his reach.Now only a broken man impaled on his own destroyed throne.His blade shattered—now, like rose petals, it was scattered across the charred ground.Lancelot's soul was fated for the abyss as the light faded from his eyes.His last ounce of resistance used staring at the man who betrayed the Empire.Now with only the desire to kill, crush and seek revenge smouldering inside him.Now unwilling to die and desperate to fight once again.He desired to fight for the people who supported him.Lancelot refused to surrender, to fall like this.As quietly in the abyss, a voice whispered to him.It tried to entice the Lord, ignite his desire to win and fight again.“If given a second chance, to relive your life with a different choice... Would you Accept?”Blood gathered in his throat, forcing him to reply in his mind.A frail and broken voice'There is no reason to ask, of course!'“No matter the cost?”'Even if I were to lose everything...''If my people can live on. I would sacrifice everything I have!'“You will no longer be the same, a monster, twisted and vicious.”“Will you still accept?”The Lord's heart ached, taking great pride in his humanity.To lose that caused his mind to falter.Finally, out of power, unable to speak or reply with a trembling arm.Lancelot reached out.Towards the raspy voice.Towards the abyss.Towards a new future.[So you would accept after all...]'I must accept.''I must stand tall.''I must not break.''Because...''I am the Lord of humanity![Nay, you are the king of demons]