Reverend Insanity - Chapter 115: Advancing to middle stage

Tang Zhou dreamed that he was cannon fodder in a novel.

Because of prejudice, he misunderstood and hurt the villain, and later was framed by his illegitimate younger brother and became impoverished.

After waking up from his dream, he looked at the innocent and harmless young villain in front of him and decided to change his own ending.

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Fu Shen knew about his past long ago and had been plotting for many years for this reason.

He agreed to Tang Zhou’s harsh demands, pretended to be harmless, and in silence kept a low profile.

The original plan was to turn around and leave naturally after the deed was done.

But unexpectedly, after one night, this person seemed to have changed.

Peeled off the coat of indifference, there was actually a piece of small sugar cake inside.

Fu Shen was born with a sweet tooth, and after having a taste, he couldn’t let go.

- Description from Novelupdates

[Rebirth back to the era of ambiguous death with the bosses]
In her previous life, Jiang Xuening was a standard Mary Su. For the sake of the queen’s throne, she hooked up everywhere and messed with others.
When falling in love with the emperor, the rebel is a backup;
When falling in love with a student, the husband is a backup;
When falling in love with the boss, the subordinate is the backup tire;
When dating a woman, a man is a backup…?
Every day is a Shura field! (wrong)
Anyway, no matter who is the emperor, she will be the queen!
The men thought they had walked into a silly, sweet heart, but they didn’t expect to walk into the fish pond of a scumbag girl, and this woman also worked part-time as Neptune.
Later the palace changed.
she died.
God gave her a second chance.
She vowed to make amends.
I never expected that when I was reborn and [already] started messing around, there was no time to change it! ! !
Jiang Xuening was furious: The thief is playing tricks! My aunt was born with eight legs! Believe it or not, I got angry [beep——]
Myocardial infarction in the sky: what if the ship capsizes again?
Jiang Xuening’s indifferent face: cold salad.
Well, it’s all talk.
How can we break up safely without offending the bosses?
So difficult o(╥﹏╥)o

Remark:
1. HE, 1V1;
2. Su Su Su Su Su Wen, write with a keyboard, don’t come in and scold me;
3. Weibo @Window 时镜.

Content tags: Mistakes, time travel, palace fighting, rebirth
Search keywords: Protagonist: Jiang Xuening ┃ Supporting roles: Xie Wei, Zhang Zhe, Yan Lin, You Fangyin, Shen Zhiyi, Zhou Yinzhi, Xiao Dingfei, Shen Jie ┃ Others: Fang Fei, Su

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Su Ji, a historically famous devil concubine, has transmigrated! When she opened her eyes, she was the daughter of the Su family, a beautiful girl who was bullied by everyone. She was also an unpopular actress with no presence on social media. Everyone thought the devil concubine brought disaster to the country and its people. In reality, she was extremely skilled and ruthless. There was a wealthy old man from the Pei family who loved chasing celebrities, and he vowed to make Su Ji his granddaughter-in-law! The whole world knew that Third Young Master Pei was rich, but ruthless and not interested in women. Haters looked forward to Su Ji marrying him and living a lonely life. It would surely be a great show to watch. Later, at the award ceremony, Su Ji felt nauseated and was about to throw up. Her fans thought she was sick. Third Young Master Pei, who had chased after her for two lifetimes, felt his heartache. “It’s already her second child. Why is she still so affected?” *** Everyone thought the devil concubine brought disaster to the country and its people. Only he knew that she recruited talents from all over the world, and laid the foundation for peace for later generations. In his previous life, he had been a loyal general who loved her in silence. After her death, he built a gold coffin for her and died in regret. In this life, he would not let her go again…

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…