Systemless Villain - Chapter 8: Unexpected gift

An ordinary academy boy, Baiyunlou, had to meet the opportunity to embark on the road of self-cultivation.

It is Baiyunlou’s lifelong wish to sit in the small building and watch the clouds and clouds, and wander around the world to taste the red dust and fireworks.

However, the catastrophe is approaching, and the only way to rise up is to draw out the sword, for the thought in the heart, for all living beings in this world, to cut out a life.

A young man by nature, never forgetting his original aspiration, and comprehending the Dao in the mortal world.

Step by step to the top of the fairy road, to explore the truth of the heavens and the world…

“Fellow daoists, come to the small building to drink a cup of tea while you are free in the world of mortals~”

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To exact revenge on a scumbag, she agrees to a hidden marriage with him for a year.

On their first encounter, she is rescued by him. On the second encounter, he helps her out of a conundrum. On the third encounter, they rush to get married.

He abducts her home and makes her his wife, ‘Mrs. Lucas’, one who is envied throughout the city. Rumor has it that the the cold and aloof Master Lucas dotes on her. He hugs, loves, pampers and holds her in such high esteem.

However, one day, the man’s domineering and intense love becomes too much for her. She leaves him with divorce papers and climbs over the compound wall to make her escape. Alas, things doesn’t happen the way she had planned. With her having one leg over the wall, he pulls her by her toes and stops her attempt. She falls into his arms. He places a hand over her tummy and asks in a hoarse voice, “Woman, where are you going with my son?”

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