A Warm Wedding and A New Bride of Young Master Lu - Chapter 1347 - Yuning, coming in with me? (1)

Follow Chen Ming as he accepts disciples, establishes a sect, and fights his way in a world that deems him a cannon fodder.
He goes against any common sense using his wits and novel knowhow to finish missions and arm himself against his cruel fate.

- Description from Novelupdates

After reading an ancient fairy tale, Ning Yueyue found out that the world was controlled by the villain, the great devil. The ending of him and the heroine.
As the villain’s subordinate, in order to save her life, Ning Yueyue decided to lead the villain and the heroine, and demolished the CP of the original hero and heroine!
So, she took the initiative to find a man with a handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament, who was the male protagonist at first glance.
“You are born so good-looking, you are a perfect match for me, why don’t we get married?”
“I didn’t lie to you, I really fell in love with you at first sight. It’s hard to extricate yourself if you don’t marry or die!”
“When I saw you wearing this shirt, I had already thought about the name of your and my child’s name…”
…
The villain in a vest: “Really?”
After a long time, Ning Yueyue found out that she had made a big oolong, mistakenly identifying the big devil as the male lead of the original book, and failed to facilitate his marriage with the female lead, so she wrapped the package at the speed of light and ran away.
Who knew that the cold and murderous Great Demon King pushed her against the tree full of peach blossoms, his cool lips brushed over her earlobe, and said faintly, “What? You know I’m not him, so you can’t even laugh?”
Ning Yueyue: My life is in danger!
#On how to survive after being a disservice to the boss#
Wait online! in a hurry!
1. This is a sand sculpture novel that wants to tease the boss’s rival in love but ends up picking on his own boss / wants to demolish the male and female protagonists’ CP but locks the CP [no
2. Do not black the male and female protagonists of the original book.
Note: It is not a small three plot! Do not dismantle the official and match the cp, each is affectionate!
The current male protagonist has always liked the current female protagonist, and the reason will be revealed later in the story.
Demining: a. The heroine is a hidden boss, weak in the previous text, strong in the later stage~
b. The previous text has changed the settings, and the text will be revised from time to time later.
c. The world of immortality is privately set like a mountain

Content tags: Special liking Xianxia Cultivation Sweet Wen Shuang Wen
Search keywords: Protagonist: Ning Yueyue, Rong Xiao ┃ Supporting roles: Lu Xueling, Wei Wuzhou ┃ Others:

- Description from novelbuddy

“National Immortal Cultivation World” is an immortal cultivation game that once exploded on Blue Star.

But in the past ten years, a large number of players have retreated and abandoned the pit, and the game has been shut down.

Qin Mu is the only one left to sign in every day to get experience, do quests and dungeons, and plunder resources…

For ten years, Qin Mu has occupied the first place in all the rankings, and his level has also reached the first place in the entire server.

“What a great game, it’s a pity it’s closed.”

When Qin Mu was depressed, he found that the game world suddenly became reality!

There are swordsmen flying with their swords, and their sword qi has broken thousands of miles; there are magic cultivators who violate the law and disobey discipline, and separate one side; there are immortals who set up sects and create their own fire; Qin Mu sees himself, the immortal emperor is complete…

But he found that the most troublesome thing was that all the Dao Companions he got married in the game were all realized.

Not only that, the dungeon quests he cleared in the game, the bosses he fought, and the female NPCs he stalked all came to life. The most terrible thing is that the system also exposed his identity as an Immortal Emperor!

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In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”