Julietta's Dressup - 236 Chapter 236. Disclosure, Part VII

Lu Jing traveled through the Great Fu and became a young boy from a prominent family who was about to join another clan.

This world is weird and lonely, Lu Jing started as a son-in-law, and he couldn’t go to his wife’s house, and his future was bleak.

But he read the “Book of Changes” thoroughly, and actually opened the [Following Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune] fate!

Everyone lives!

So Lu Jing began to accumulate fate, gain opportunities, and become stronger and stronger.

【Pursuing good luck and avoiding bad luck】: The fiery gold life style, predicting and balancing good and bad luck, doing good things and doing bad things, all have something to gain.

[Human Immortal]: Emperor Ziming, reborn from a drop of blood, immortal and immortal!

[Pose of the Great Emperor]: Emperor Zi’s life style, any cultivation technique can be comprehended at a glance, and any supernatural powers can be discerned at a glance.

[Wrath of a Human]: With a bright yellow life, within seven steps of the enemy, the vitality in the body is greatly improved, and the physical strength is greatly improved.

[Cultivation Wizards]: Ming Huang’s destiny, the speed of martial arts and primordial spirits has been greatly improved.

【Beautiful man】: Orange life, the longer the more beautiful.

This year, there was a drinker in the north who sealed the demon, and it shook the world for 30 years; in the south, there was an old dragon who fell into the mortal world, hoping to reach the gate of heaven again.

This year, Taoists on Taoshan cultivated Buddha all day long; the rebels of Leiyin Temple held a Zen staff and knocked out a town of Ping Ping.

This year, the Master has already entered the gate of heaven, and he has been cultivating literature for forty-eight years in heaven, and his knowledge is not in the world.

It was also this year that Lu Jing became a son-in-law and was worrying about how to cultivate martial arts, refine his soul, and accumulate life skills to survive this cold winter this year.

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Betrayed. Starved. Left to die alone in a world that chewed up the weak and spat them out.Gu Qingran trusted the wrong people, loved the wrong man, and paid the ultimate price.But fate? Fate gave her a second chance.Reborn 30 days before the apocalypse, she refuses to be the naive fool she once was. This time, there are no attachments, no kindness—only power.With the Omni-Alchemist System, she can create weapons deadlier than an arsenal, fortresses stronger than steel, and medicines that could cure or kill with a single drop.While the world slept, she stockpiled.While they wasted time..she built an empire. When the world burned, she rose from the ashes—untouchable, unstoppable and unchallenged.Let the apocalypse come. Let them beg for mercy.Because in this life, Gu Qingran is no one’s prey.She is the storm.

Marcella Valemont was a villainess wrapped in silk and thorns.The alluring, selfish daughter of the High Priest, she was forced into a cold marriage with the Black-bellied Duke Berith Montclair. She longed for power and would stop at nothing to claim the crown, even if it meant seducing the incorruptible Crown Prince Lucian and clawing her way to the throne into becoming the Queen.Until it all burned.Her ruthless schemes led to betrayal, rebellion, and ruin-- an empire on its knees, a virtuous king destroyed, and a rebellion led by the man she discarded. Desperate and full of regret, she barters her life with the Duke to save Lucian.In an interesting turn of events, Marcella gets to go back in time to fix her wrongs, save the man who was ruined because of her and hopefully stop the bloodthirsty rebel Duke Berith.She finds herself reborn as her 18-year-old self with a chance for a do-over and vows to do better this time.But the past does not forget. Nor does the devil in her husband’s skin.Secrets long buried begin to surface, and Marcella discovers that her former husband is far more than he seems—a man cloaked in darkness, harboring a purpose that threatens everything she holds dear.They say second chances come with thorns and to fix the past, she must trust the devil who destroyed it.

In the Heart’s Kingdom, a kingdom where vampires reign and humans were nothing but livestock, Lilou, a peasant, found herself being preyed upon by the worst maniacal vampire of his kind. However, as terrifying as what he addressed her as his ‘reserved meal’, this vampire also called her his bride!

Except:

My eyes brood with fear, gazing at the still-beating heart in his hand. “My Lord, pardon me but… is this the bloody proof you promised to show me?” I asked, my voice shook as I gulped down whilst struggling my trembling knees from giving away.

“Mhm… do you now believe I’m good at capturing hearts?” The silver-haired man, bearing those menacing pair of deep crimson eyes stared proudly at me after a nod. I gasped when he clenched his hand and squeezed the fresh heart to smithereen.

“Yes, milord. You’re good at it, literally.” I’m mortified, watching the pieces of the heart fall as he approached. His every step made me take a step back until my back reached a solid pillar.

“Huh,” Samael chuckled briefly, stopping in front of me. His long, pointy nails that were covered with blood traced my elbow down to my hand. Gently, he clipped my forefinger in between his, guiding it before his lips. “Did I pass your test, though?” He asked, the sharp tip of his nail played over the tip of my finger.

I stared at his penetrating gaze as I reluctantly answered, “Barely.”

He smirked, nodding in satisfaction before he pressed his nail on the tip of my forefinger that was quick to produce a drop of blood. “Such sweet aroma.” He whispered, placing my bleeding finger in his mouth and licked it with passion.

His menacing gaze never left mine as he consumed a bit of my blood. “Does that mean you’re accepting my invitation?” Keeping my finger in between his fangs, Samael inquired.

I bit my lower lip unconsciously, my heart within my chest drummed as my back broke into sweats. “But… I’m just…” I paused, hoping my answer would put an end to this. “… I’m just a human.”

Samael clicked his tongue, displeased at my response as he let my finger go. “No,” He whispered.

My entire body stiffened when he bent over, caressing my shoulder up to my neck by the apex of his nose, as his hot breaths prickled my skin.

“You're not just a mere human... you are my human.” He stressed before I sensed his lips part and the tip of his fangs against my skin.