Marrying the Soft-hearted Villain - Chapter 149 - The voice that pierced [her] heart (2)

Vampire Queen Shang Yu awoke at the auction house after a ten billion bid for her corpse.A gunfight broke out during transport and she stood up from her coffin.The scent of blood in the air was truly delightful!Her eyes fell upon the injured man and she tilted his chin, lightly kissing his wound:“You taste sweet.”…It’s said Shang Yu’s meteoric rise relied on men, but deeper digging revealed her aliases were all shocking, plus nine elder brothers and sisters who doted on her.She was known as the business world’s foremost abstinent queen.Yet she was photographed eagerly pressing a certain tycoon in a car, kissing him as he let her have her way.

The arrival of origin ability era. Many berserk beasts spawned. Humans with superpowers blooming like mushrooms. Su Hao is just an ordinary 3rd year high school student who had mastered a lowly grade origin ability named
“Model analysis”.

Qiao Shao, who worked hard to stay up all night and study, was first in class — if you count from the bottom.

Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary.[Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant]Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp.“Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again!”“Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!”The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins.I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.