Dandy Pill God - Chapter 577: The Death of a Shushan Sword Sect Disciple

“I, Eddie Edward, had reincarnated into a world of magic and became the single child of Duke Eddie from the Lancamdo Kingdom.

Fortunately, I was given a system that could collect energy from magical items and turn them into attribute points, skill points, and bloodline points to enhance myself. Knowing that this is a world full of danger and cruelty, I’d decided to become stronger with the help of the system.

On a day like any other, I was given a personal maid. The new maid was acting strangely, but I paid no attention to her weird personality because she was loyal to me.

As days passed by, I began to have more maids around me. However, all of them were strange.

It wasn’t until later I noticed that the maids would leave at night and return reeking of blood.

Naturally, I was curious, but I’d never questioned them as they were my personal maids.

To become stronger, I, Eddie Edward, continued to grow using the system to be not threatened by others in the future.

Until a fateful day…

I learned something important. One of my personal maids was a Fallen Angel?

And the other one was the Lady of the Dark that was being pursued by the Holy Church?

Not only that, but I also heard some of my maids being addressed as the Lord of the Dard?

The Ominous Witch?

The Vampire Queen?

Lady of the Death?

Why did their names sound like they were some antagonists of a novel?

Could it be that all of my personal maids were actually the bad guys of the world I was in?

Not long after that, I was now a wanted person in the Lancamdo Kingdom? Some even began to hail me as the Lord of Evil?

Eddie Edward let out a deep sigh. “Fine. Looks like I can drop the act now.”

With a wave of his arm, the alliance of the mage and knight was wiped out with an asteroid.

“To tell you the truth, I’ve already become the God of Magic.”

She is the Crown Prince’s fiancee, but on the night of their wedding, an edict was made and she was given off to marry the crippled and paralyzed God of War.

On their wedding night, the paralyzed groom pressed her under his body: “Do you want this prince to kill you or poison you?” Lin Chujiu is a famous surgeon so she wouldn’t feel threatened that easily. She turned and pressed the crippled man under her body: “Say, do you want me to completely waste your legs or waste your third leg?”

She is a genius surgeon doctor in Modern Era that was transmigrated into the body of the Eldest Miss of Lin Family.

He is a famous prince that named as the God of War and was feared by many.

“I, Lin Chujiu, am not a good woman. I do not know how to write melodramatic words.”

“I am in love with you and willing to do anything for you. I will bear the blame of our country or even help you seize the vast territory of our motherland…”

“I hate you, I am willing to pull out your heart, take out your bones and after you lose your life I will destroy this picturesque country…”

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(Pampered Love Story, 1v1)“Little one, trying to make a run for it?” A chance encounter led her to a frigid and self-disciplined big boss. She found herself overwhelmed during the day and at night...“Darling, come here...” “No!” A particular lady stood her ground, leaning against the head of the bed and refusing to give in!“Defying me once again? Very well...” After gently pressing her against the headboard, the woman accused, “William Griffith, you're a beast without shame or modesty!”“It's time to give little Lewis a brother or sister! Now, let's continue.”Give birth again? What a jest! Noooo... she wasn't having any of it!This is a tale of intrigue and being caught up in intrigue. Later on, Cherish Turner came to appreciate that falling for one person's schemes in her lifetime was an extraordinary experience.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”