Sweet Love 1V1: Spoiled by The Executive - Chapter 108 - Use Me As You Please (8)

(Chongwen, strong men and women) On the wedding day, her husband stabbed the knife of betrayal into her heart with his own hands,

“Did you know? The person who saved you back then was not me, but the sick child who first asked Tian!”

Only then did she know that she had been in love with the wrong person!
In the raging fire, she vowed like a ghost:

“Sikong Hao, I swear to God that if there is an afterlife, I will seize your imperial power and destroy your country!”

Opening her eyes again, she found that she was actually reborn on the body of Bei Gongxue, the number one waste material of the Bei Gong family.

Clenching her fists, she hooked her lips and sneered: This time, she will not be blind and love others wrongly.

To the person who harmed her, she directly tramples on it, and to the person who loves her, she swears to protect her to the death, and she will never let him suffer any more grievances!

When the waste material turns over, when the sick king no longer hides his strength, their love is destined to be vigorous, so that the world can only look up!

But when the world said that Princess Xuan was arrogant and ruthless, and her wrist was bloody, he said: “My love is the biggest capital of your arrogance and domineering!”

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Jiang Chen, son of the Heavenly Emperor, unexpectedly reincarnated into the body of a despised young noble, thus embarking on the path of the underdog trouncing all commoners. No one has the right to call himself a genius in front of Jiang Chen, as no one has a better understanding of the heavens than the son of the Heavenly Emperor. “Genius? He who adheres to me shall ascend. Those who oppose me can find solace in hell!’

A man betrayed by a comrade dies a wretched death as a third rate swordsman. His existence, his life, his emotions are all a nuisance in the eyes of society. But wait… What’s this green skin? Reincarnated as a goblin? Wait, I went back in time as well?

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?