Eternally Regressing Knight - Chapter 518 - Those with Dreams Helping Others with Dreams

The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”

“So am I.”

“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”

“So am I.”

“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”

“I don’t know either.”

He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”

At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.

I guess this must be love.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

System: Want to live? Want to recover from illness? Want to change Da Zhou’s fate? You only need 998 points to redeem a package guaranteed to cure all diseases and strengthen the body! You don’t need 2400 points, also don’t need 1200 points only 998 points. You won’t suffer losses or be fooled! Welcome to the system of the king of the dead…..

Ji Jinrong: This name does not sound very auspicious

System: Don’t pay attention to these details /(ToT)/ ~~

Ji Jinrong killed all his brothers. At the age of thirteen, he dragged his sick body to the throne and worked conscientiously as a puppet emperor in the hands of the courtiers and eunuchs. Everyone says that the great general Wei Tingjun has wild ambitions, and is intentionally revolting however, Ji Jinrong felt that Wei Tingjun was not staring at the throne but at him, who was sat on the throne!

Ji Jinrong carefully tempted: “If I die you can be the emperor.”

Wei Tingjun: “You dare die, I’ll have everyone buried with you!”

Ji Jinrong: “…..”

See, it wasn’t his misconception.

So even if it was to just tie the head of the wolf, he (JYR) won’t die easily.

Ji Jinrong: It’s getting cold, its time to ruin the country. I (imperial) have to go back and look for (tie) the great general!

- Description from Novelupdates

Gu Qingcheng has a fiery temper and is a well-known little princess in Jiangcheng, and she has a good boyfriend who spoils her to the sky.

Only her boyfriend’s cousin, Huo Sicheng, opposed her everywhere, and the two were notoriously deadly rivals.

However, at the engagement banquet, when Gu Qingcheng regretted the marriage in public and announced that she was going to marry the disabled Huo Sicheng who was in a wheelchair, the jaws of all the guests dropped in shock.

Just when everyone thought that the couple would fight to the death in private, guessing that either one of them wanted to keep their husband widowed or the other wanted to keep their wife widowed, but the fact is…

“Husband, I’m stuck in traffic and come back a few minutes late. Open the door and let me in.” Gu Qingcheng knocked on the bedroom door with a pitiful expression.

“Sleeping in the living room.” Huo Shao’s indifferent voice came from the room.

“Honey, someone bullied me today.”

The person who bullied Gu Qingcheng disappeared the next day.

“Honey, they all say I’m so fierce.”

Huo Shao glanced at Gu Qingcheng, and opened his thin lips lightly: “They are talking nonsense, you are not fierce at all.”

From then on, Gu Qingcheng set fire to Huo Shao and handed firewood, Gu Qingcheng abused the scum and Huo Shao handed the knife, and the husband and wife worked together without getting tired.

Only Gu Qingcheng knew that before her rebirth, she was provoked and misunderstood by a scumbag to misunderstand Huo Sicheng. After her rebirth, she abused the scum and slapped him in the face, and loved Huo Sicheng with her life.

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