Defrosting The Cold Young Master - Chapter 1731 - 1735: Too Cruel!

The protagonist is reborn at the end of the Roman Republic, becoming a gladiator under Spartacus. How will he escape the tragic fate of being crucified and survive in the Mediterranean under Roman rule? Stay tuned!--------------Rome must perish! As long as it exists, we find it difficult to escape the fate of death! —Maximus

The enchanting and beautiful big brother’s mouth lifted up into a demonic smile, spitting out cruel and sorrowful words. “Take it out, don’t leave an intact corpse!”

The cold second brother with the icy eyes continuously bled alongside the dying and suffering man.

Their eyes were purple and enchanting. They were this world’s devils, banished by the people.

When they gained strength, they retaliated by destroying the heavens and exterminating the earth.

She was a girl who mistakenly entered another world. She’s their salvation and is the only one that must be obtained at all costs.

Overbearingly possessive and absolutely unrestrained indulgent pampering as long as she stayed by their side.

A gentle as jade man, a faint and dedicated guard.

There were those who liked it silent.

What is the type of love?

- Description from Novelupdates

Qiao Zhao married a first-class noble son from the capital, but unfortunately for her, she wasn’t given a bridal chamber as a sign of her newly married life.

After their marriage, her husband went on an expedition, leaving her alone to take care of herself. After a long time apart, they finally saw each other again, but suddenly, she was shot dead by her husband on the city wall with an arrow.

When she opened her eyes after a while, she saw herself in the body of a kidnapped young girl riding a donkey, racking her brains to figure out how to get back to the capital.

- Description from Novelupdates

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”