Soul Land V: Rebirth of Tang San - Chapter 1118 - 1115: Battle with the Dark Demon Great Demon Emperor

One day, the majority of humanity had a collective thought.

‘I wish the world would just collapse.’

And then, that wish came true.

[Love after marriage + large-scale real incense scene + wife-chasing crematorium]

Shi Qian was designed by her stepmother and forced to marry a vegetative person. A vegetative husband has three good things: rich, handsome, and unable to wake up!

Fu Sinian, who had been in a coma for more than three years, woke up and found that he had an extra wife. The petite wife is fair-skinned, beautiful, and has long legs.

Fu Sinian said: No love, no need! Then coldly throw out a divorce agreement.

…

Soon, the famous Shi Qian was photographed in the luxury car of the big boss Fu Sinian.

Fu Sinian publicly clarified: I know Miss Shi.

Netizen: Do you just know each other? All cars are delivered! Waiting for Mr. Fu to slap his face online, nine million fans are watching!

Not long after, Shi Qian, who was out of the circle, was photographed entering a hotel at the same time as Fu Sinian, and only came out for three days and three nights.

Fu Sinian clarified again: Miss Shi and I are not the kind of relationship you think, and we have not been in contact with each other.

Netizen: Mr. Fu must be pursuing failure! If there is a woman in this world that Mr. Fu can’t handle, it must be their goddess Shi Qian! 30 million fans, keep eating melons!

Not long after, Shi Qian, who has 200 million fans, was at the scene of the Best Actress Award Ceremony and had morning sickness!

Fu Sinian came to the stage slowly, hugging Shi Qian’s waist, “Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Fu is pregnant with a second child!”

200 million fans are collectively confused: Shi Qian Da Mei is already a second child? In what step did they fail to keep up with the speed of eating melons?

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Rebirth at the turn of the century, people are in Moscow, just got off the plane, ready to study abroad…

Wang Ye originally only wanted to be rich and safe, and to live his own life in a plain and happy way.

But being pushed by the hand of fate, he involuntarily went to the road of oligarchs!

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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.