I Became the Wife of the Monstrous Crown Prince - Chapter 124: It’s a fraudulent marriage (5)

Back to the end of Ming Dynasty, he was reduced to a slave.

This emperor, a beggar can do it, a slave can do it, a bandit can do it, but a house slave can’t do it?

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As the youngest in the sect, Xie Chi, who has the best talent but only physical superhumanity, went down the mountain with a heavy responsibility.
The second week after going down the mountain, the brothers and sisters at home received urgent help from the younger sister: Brother and sister, the female ghost I raised has eaten several evil ghosts today. Will she have a stomach upset?
Brothers: ? ? ? Junior Sister! Say it again, what are you raising?
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Author’s Note:
①: Xie Chi x Lin Xia, Natural Black x Natural Stay
②: Spiritual direction, including live broadcast, sweet text, not scary, really
③: Welcome to catch insects but refuse to be strong, the pits are guaranteed, welcome to collect ducks
Also known as “Ji you are too beautiful” (not really)

Content tags: Spiritual Gods and monsters Sweet text Live broadcast Metaphysics
Search keywords: Protagonists: Xie Chi, Lin Xia ┃ Supporting roles: Pre-received text “The Queen is a Cat” ┃ Others:

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A strange event happened in Blue Star, a large number of Blue Star people were affected by a mysterious force, and their souls temporarily traveled to another world.

It’s a dark, weird world

Not only are the prices extremely high, but there are also many evil spirits quietly appearing. At the same time, various forces are fighting each other, and the people of the lower classes are suffering.

Yang Fangben, the attending physician of the mental hospital, also traveled through a strange incident.

Fortunately, he found that he had awakened a proficiency panel.

As long as you keep refreshing your proficiency, you can improve your own realm.

He grew up secretly, with corpses piled up under his feet, and he unknowingly embarked on a path of sagehood.

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[Warning: Mature Content]

“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.