Civilization - 15 Chapter 15

Xia Xingchi was very poor, until he died and transmigrated into a book to become a young master who was adopted back into a wealthy family, becoming rich in an instant!

It was a pity that the book’s moral values were distorted, and he was only cannon fodder while the fake young master who stole the show was the protagonist.

Loved by neither his father nor his mother, Xia Xingchi was forced to marry the frail and sickly villainous big boss. If he escaped the marriage, it would be the end for him. At the engagement banquet, the fake young master set up a trap to lure him into fleeing the marriage and making a scene, but didn’t expect that his eyes would light up on the spot as he rushed up excitedly to say, “Hey, husband!”

This appearance like an immortal, this perfect figure with wide shoulders and long legs……the little fortune hunter was disinterested. In his eyes, his fiancé Li Chengyuan was a gleaming humanoid cash machine!

Xian Xingchi resolutely sat on Li Chengyuan’s lap and held his hand affectionately: “Mr. Li, do you believe in love at first sight?”

— Whenever he heard the call of money, he believed.

Everyone was dumbfounded, thinking that Xia Xingchi was truly an idiot, and he was bound to be tossed to the ground by the villainous boss on the spot. Unexpectedly, Li Chengyuan lowered his eyes in silence, and smiled faintly after a moment: “I believe.”

In full view, he picked up Xia Xingchi and abducted him home.

Xia Xingchi was shocked: Wait! Let me go! Your script is wrong!

Facing the derailed plot, the little fortune hunter had no choice but to make money in the entertainment industry to get rich — while giving Li Chengyuan the most loving end-of-life care –

According to the plot of the original book, the villain was about to die.

Li Chengyuan’s face was pale, and he asked weakly in a low voice: “Will you agree to everything I say?”

Xia Xingchi thought of the 100 billion inheritance that would soon belong to him, wept with joy, and nodded with tears in his eyes: “Tell me, I will definitely promise you.”

To his shock, a certain dying person immediately rose up: “Mark your words.”

Xia Xingchi, who couldn’t get out of bed the next day: “Damn! A person dying of illness can also do this sort of thing!”

Li Chengyuan: I don’t know why he always thinks I’m going to die, so I have to show him otherwise

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The famed War King set his sights on a simple farmer's daughter, not hesitating to keep himself pure as he engaged in nurturing her.Everyone thought that Sikong Mo, the War King, was destined to be a bachelor for life, but unexpectedly, news came that the renowned War King was to be wed, and his bride was to be a mere farmer's daughter.The daughters of the rich and noble roared in outrage, “Why her?”Sikong Mo appeared silently, “Because I said so.”Born of wealthy parents, she was abandoned by them once again, replaced and poisoned, but fate did not forsake her, allowing her to cling stubbornly to life.Sikong Mo, “I empathize with you, we are a match made in heaven.”Ye Jiu, “No, no, no, we are not the same. I have the Golden Finger, helping me reach the pinnacle of life.”Sikong Mo, “Hmm? Have you forgotten who gave you that Golden Finger?”Ye Jiu deflated a bit guiltily, and slipped away.With Plane Space at hand, wealth throughout the world is unparalleled.

My whole life, all I wanted was power.

I churned the world into rivers of blood and eventually gained the title, “Demon Lord of Strength”. However, all this became useless when I lost to a party of heroes.

But what can a loser say? As I laid dying, I was forced to listen to the hero’s gibberish:

“If you are born again, I hope that you will live a kind life!”

But huh? When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the past.

“What do I have to do to live a kind life?”

This is the beginning of an ex-Demon Lord’s journey to live a kind

In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.