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... of rainwater, the heavy, metallic smell of blood was slowly washed away, seeping into the ground. Gone and forgotten.

From out the backdoor came three to four bodies wheeled out in haste, instead of the tall, prestigious gate of the general’s official residence. They were corpses—of which were hurriedly rushed to a grave.

A man seeing this dreadful display couldn’t help but tsk disapprovingly, “Back then, there were also a number of bodies coming from the general’s residence, but why ...

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MTL - The Path Toward Heaven

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I am the sword.

Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one dares take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one can take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, ten steps? Not possible!

I am the sword, the sword is me,
On the path towards heaven, each shall wield their own.

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Chapter 238: "Do you want to sleep separately from the wolf?"(3)

Marrying the Soft-hearted Villain

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Ruan Qiuqiu had transmigrated into a cannon fodder that had the same name as her in the novel, Sweet Pampering in Ancient Times: Demon King Husband, Please Spare Me

Right now, there were two paths before her:

Option 1: Continue playing the role of the supporting female character. After a few rounds of being faceslapped by the female lead, she would die tragically in the beast tide.

Option 2: For the sake of the tribe having enough salt, marry the wolf tribe’s former chief, a fierce wolf demon that was disfigured, crippled, and possibly had personality issues.

Ruan Qiuqiu chose the second option without hesitation. She rather go live a peaceful and ambitious-free life than compete with the female lead over some guy.

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Due to a mishap, Mr. Big Bad Wolf, who had the blood of fiends in him, had become disfigured, crippled, and blind.

He was on the verge of death and his tribe had abandoned him. When he fell to the state of being so hungry that he was gnawing on ice…

The young bride, who his tribe had exchanged 300 catties of salt for, carefully walked to his side and covered his ugly damaged body with an animal hide.

She softly called him, “Husband?”