To Hell With Being a Hero! - Chapter 495. The Final Departure to War (2)

(The Book's title has been changed from the original Pretty Man's Beloved Farmwife: This Madam is So Hot). Yang Chuxia found herself in a different world, inhabiting the body of a destitute farm girl who had been killed by her step-grandmother. To make matters worse, her step-grandmother even intended to sell her lifeless body. How could she endure such a fate?Hmph, whether you're a step-grandmother or an uncle, if you're a villain, I'll confront you just the same. Send one, I'll defeat one; send two, I'll conquer both.Yet, after vanquishing the wrongdoers, she gazed upon her emaciated, poorly dressed parents, siblings, and the struggling, underdeveloped village.Yang Chuxia seethed with determination, pointing to the sky and declaring, “I shall surely bring prosperity to this place, to the point where you'll fear having flowers bloom in summer when I tell you to have flowers blooming in summer, and where you are too afraid to seek women for me as suitors, when I tell you to find me men!”A certain man whispered, “Wifey, I'm already a man...”

The name of the War God must not be insulted!The nation's interests must not be violated! My friends and family must not be bullied! The invincible War God Ye Feng returns to the city and marries into a wealthy family. When the War God is angered, blood will dye the land for miles!“Unworthy? Wrong! With absolute power, I will crush everything in my path!”

He kept her by his side, never letting go! “Please, can you let me go?” “Impossible,” he said, “unless you're no longer my only one.” After they fell in love, he declared possessively, “I want to keep you by my side, to make you belong only to me. You can only love me too, your mind, your world, must be filled with only me.” Yet his domineering love sent a chill through her.

Every trace of my entire youth is engraved with the same name.

When I see the trees on the street and the clouds on the horizon, I will think of him unconsciously.

I remember the bubble tea he ordered for me, and the sparklers he lit up for me.

Those memories supported me through difficult days and made me think I was special at one point.

When I was young, I often wondered, is it possible? Even if it is one in ten thousand, what if I am the heroine in his story?

I have said goodbye to him countless times, on the phone, on WeChat, face to face, every time without pressure, because I know there will be another meeting.

But this time is different, Xu Jiamu, this time I really want to say goodbye to you.

“Goodbye, Xu Jiamu.”

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