I Can Bind And Extract Characters - Chapter 17: Friendly grief

Wen Ran was a winner in life. She had a good background, was beautiful, and had a young fairy as her fiancé. After living in this world for many years, she remembered that she was wearing a book.

She is the male protagonist’s fiancee and the male protagonist’s Bai Yueguang. Even when she and another person were caught by the devil in Juyuan Valley, they faced a life-and-death crisis. The male protagonist was forced to choose one of the two, and Wen Ran became the one who survived. man, while the other fell into the abyss.

The wind on the top of the cliff was strong that day, which reminded Wen Ran a lot.

After that person “dies”, the male protagonist will know that the person who saved him in the past is not Wen Ran, and he will also realize that the person he loves is not Wen Ran. The one he gave up with his own hands.

The male protagonist is suffering and blackened, and he is about to start the script of chasing his wife crematorium.

Wen Ran, who knew she was a female supporting role, felt that she was finished!

However, on the Juyuan Valley, Wen Ran saw with his own eyes the usual self-restraining and returning to the ritual, when the indifferent young Xianjun faced the situation of choosing one of two, he directly raised his foot and kicked the man down the abyss .

Afterwards, he looked at her with a smile, “You don’t remember what I just did, do you?”

Wen Ran: “…”

what happened?

How did the character of the male protagonist collapse!

A long, long time later.

While poking her in the face, he asked her curiously, “Does the meaning of chasing the wife’s crematorium mean that you will be thrown into the fire first, and then I will chase you in the fire?”

Facing his eager eyes, Wen Ran fell into a long silence.

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Once again, she woke up and became Xiao Yunyi, the second-in-law’s direct daughter Xiao Yunyi, who was in the house of the fifth-grade middle-class book in the overhead world of Beimo, without the protection of her parents.

In order to monopolize the blessings that the original owner’s father had exchanged for his life, the big room not only wanted to kill the original owner, but also calculated the eldest son of the second room, and maliciously wanted to send the young master of the second room, who was born less than 100 days ago, to someone else as an adopted son. It is extremely vicious. .

After just getting along and finding out the situation in the mansion, before thinking about how to get rid of the uncle’s family’s calculations in the future, he got the news that the mansion was implicated by the family’s direct branch and would be exiled to the border.

On the way to exile, they were also disliked and run on by their so-called relatives. They were not afraid, not afraid, and never gave up their space, maddening those who wanted to see their jokes.

As for Jing Rui, who grew up in the border military area, since his head was broken by his eldest brother, his temperament has changed greatly, and he is no longer the pitiful little one that everyone can expect.

Relying on his own ability to rise step by step, his mind is full of strong himself, to find the little woman who met him in his past and present life.

It is said that thousands of miles of marriage are connected by a single thread. The past and present life are all fate, and there is God’s will in the dark. It can be said that there is no place to step through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it. It’s wonderful!

When they meet again, they accidentally learn about the old secrets. In the face of sinister people and deep hatred, they will turn him upside down.

See how Yunyi protects her younger brother, and how the two couples continue their frontiers, overcome difficulties, and join hands to create a prosperous world.

A series of texts from the female and male protagonists of crossing the Xiaoyao family~~~~~~

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Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

Leo had a problem. Don't be like Leo!It wasn't that he was poor. It wasn't that he was unlucky. It was that he had been cursed, or blessed by the Accidental Tycoon System.The rules were deceptively simple. Any money he lost on an investment would be returned to him, doubled. And any money he gained, aside from system reimbursement couldn't be used by him on himself.His life's new mission was crystal clear. He had to go bankrupt.In a high-tech world of S-Rank Heroes, magic, and newly-contacted alien civilizations, this should have been the easiest thing to achieve in the galaxy. He just had to become the biggest, most spectacular loser the universe had ever seen.So, he tried. Oh, how he tried...He threw billions at publishing a dungeon guide written by a 10-year-old. The maps were in crayon, and it listed the final boss as a Big Grumpy Badger.[Breaking: New S-Rank dungeon called 'The Whispering Labyrinth' appears! All high-tech mapping drones fail. A lost F-Rank porter used the crayon guide... and it's 100% accurate. The final boss is a 50-foot divine badger. The Galactic Union has declared the guide a 'holy text' for exploration!]He bought the galaxy's most useless moon, planning to build a 'Museum of Paint'.[Alert: Ancient magical ley-lines discovered under the moon's surface! It's the only place in the universe that can safely grow the 'Star-Lotus,' the key ingredient for immortality!]To the Intergalactic Hero's Guild, the Magic Academies, and the Alien Federations, Leo was the god of investment whose every move was like 5D chess that ordinary people couldn't understand.Heroes would soar with his sponsorship. Alien emperors offered him their daughters' hands in marriage for a single 'tip'.But Leo just stared at his bank account, which now displayed his wealth that he couldn't use on himself, with tears streaming down his face.“Please,” he cried, “I'm trying to fail! Why won't you just let me be poor?!”