Cultivator of the End: I Refine My Own Death - Chapter 17 – Wounds Without End

She, Xue Fanxin, a famous medical genius in the 21st century, had transmigrated into the body of the dumb daughter of the Grand Duke.

The Card Creator is a very ordinary profession. Simply put, the incumbent seals various kinds of abilities, illusions, images and so on in blank cards for convenience of use.

2029 was supposed to be the year humanity moved forward.Instead, a failed military experiment tore open a gate to another dimension unleashing creatures that could shatter mountains with a single strike.From the wreckage, a new era began. Technology forged from energy crystals found beyond the gate and soldiers wielding beast infusions fuels humanity’s last defenses.Soldiers, mercenaries, and the desperate are sent to hunt the beasts... and one day, to face the terror that waits Beyond the Crimson Gate.But every step closer to the gate brings one truth into focus. What waits on the other side may not be killable.

With his engagement at hand, the most terrifying and legendary person of the legal world, Fu Huai’an, returns with a son.

Before the engagement…

He asks, “Since you love Wen Moshen, why are you in my bed?”
She says, “Because I cannot watch idly as Wen Moshen’s woman enters an engagement with you.”

With a cigarette in Fu Huai’an’s mouth, he crosses his legs. Across the light cloud of smoke, he squints his eyes—watching as Lin Nuan’s slim arms wrap around his neck; he feels stirred.

So a person can love another so passionately.

“You call what you did a kiss?”
“…”
“What a pure lady!”

Fu Huai’an spews out a cloud of smoke and snuffs out the cigarette. With a mellow voice, he says, “Let me teach you what kissing is!”

But, what he teaches Lin Nuan doesn’t seem to be only a kiss…

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