Back In Time: I Choose To Love You - Chapter 219 - The Tears of a Tiger

Other people’s Alliance Heads are unrivaled in the lands, with an incomparable domineering air. With a shake of their arm they could cause a thousand waves to ripple throughout Jianghu.

In her previous life, she was a highly respected Heavenly Empress, but on the eve of her wedding, she was betrayed and died by self-immolation!

Reborn as the abandoned daughter of a broken dog family, she was bullied, however, the one who hurt her is above her and enjoying the prestige!

Once reborn, the phoenix flew into the heavens once again!

Taming divine beasts, coagulating the Force, mastering the art of healing and poison, and controlling the life and death of the gods!

She vowed to make those who betrayed and abused her suffer and return the torment a hundredfold!

He is a weak and gentle King Li, and the King of the Night, who holds the world in his hands, but for one person, he has devoted his life to her.

He promises to make sure that the only person he has ever loved is safe and happy, forever living in bliss.

She thought the journey would be filled with blood and tears, but she didn’t know that what awaited her instead was a lifetime of premeditated, luxurious favours!

Bro, I mean, I'm just a tad handsome, a bit skillful, and slightly crafty, that's all! Why do you all have to make my life difficult? This incessant pestering isn't the answer, is it?What? You'll marry no one else but me? No...you...how could you? Without even asking for my consent?

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.