MTL - After Wearing the Book, I Was Played By Black Lotus - Chapter 39 39

When Ji Mingxia woke up, he had transmigrated as the male supporting lead in a horror novel, and had become the protagonist shou’s love mentor.

His open view of love guides the protagonist shou to embrace his sexuality; every time he appears, it’s to promote the protagonist gong’s love.

To survive, Ji Mingxia had to follow the plot.

When the protagonist shou tells him about his troubles, he gently comforts the protagonist shou;

When the protagonist shou suffers heavy physical and mental trauma, he actively treats the protagonist shou;

When the protagonist shou comes across danger, he recklessly accompanies the protagonist shou;

When the protagonist shou confesses to him, he…

The protagonist gong? Where did the protagonist gong go!

What about the supporting characters? Hurry, spare tires!

“You mean those shifty-eyed men who peek at you? They’ll never show up again. ”

Ji Mingxia: “=0=”

Please wake up, protagonist! They’re looking at you, not me!

Yu Ning X Ji Mingxia

Solitary and reclusive, sweet attacker after being tempted × calm on the surface but terrified in the heart

- Description from Novelupdates

Ruan Qiuqiu had transmigrated into a cannon fodder that had the same name as her in the novel, Sweet Pampering in Ancient Times: Demon King Husband, Please Spare Me

Right now, there were two paths before her:

Option 1: Continue playing the role of the supporting female character. After a few rounds of being faceslapped by the female lead, she would die tragically in the beast tide.

Option 2: For the sake of the tribe having enough salt, marry the wolf tribe’s former chief, a fierce wolf demon that was disfigured, crippled, and possibly had personality issues.

Ruan Qiuqiu chose the second option without hesitation. She rather go live a peaceful and ambitious-free life than compete with the female lead over some guy.

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Due to a mishap, Mr. Big Bad Wolf, who had the blood of fiends in him, had become disfigured, crippled, and blind.

He was on the verge of death and his tribe had abandoned him. When he fell to the state of being so hungry that he was gnawing on ice…

The young bride, who his tribe had exchanged 300 catties of salt for, carefully walked to his side and covered his ugly damaged body with an animal hide.

She softly called him, “Husband?”

At a young age, I became a thousand-year-old bastard.

Ding! Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the phagocytosis synthesis evolution system.

An earth dragon was found in front, devouring synthetic evolution, the earth dragon tortoise.

From then on, my wonderful career began…

- Description from novelbuddy

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.