I’m Pregnant with the Villain’s Child - Chapter 217: Meeting the young director (1)

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

How can I break when I wake up and find that I have entered an infinite stream escape game?
Xie Liuyi: Thank you, I am in the novice dungeon and just lost my memory.
Escape games have arrived, engulfing hundreds of millions of people. Everyone struggled to survive in various terrifying dungeons, being chased by monsters.
Only Xie Liuyi ran after the monster.
Other players: Be careful, don’t be discovered by the boss, otherwise you won’t know how to die.
Xie Liuyi: Where is the boss? leave me alone!
In Xie Liuyi’s view, whether it was a monster, a monster, a giant man-eating beast, or an unavoidable trap, in Xie Liuyi’s opinion, it was just a problem that could be solved by a fight.
Xie Liuyi: We Jianxiu have nothing else to do except fight.
The first copy: One-eye mountain scenic spot (completed)
Second instance: City Battle Royale (Completed)
The third copy: the courtyard is deep and deep (completed)
The fourth instance: Castle Mystery (Completed)
The fifth copy…
Each copy has a different taste~
※There is a male protagonist, the male protagonist is the little bamboo horse before the female protagonist crosses, and he only appears in the later stage. In the early stage, he has been living in other people’s lines.
During the copy period, try to update it every day. You may take a day or two off between the two copies. I hope readers will forgive me.

Content Labels: Under the New Year, Supernatural and Monsters, Unlimited Streams, Shuangwen
Search keywords: Protagonist: Xie Liuyi ┃ Supporting role: Yan Yugui ┃ Others: “Want to fly, work first” for advance receipt
One-sentence introduction: Jianxiu is breaking through the hardcore escape game
Conception: Knowing the greatness of the universe, still pity the greenery

- Description from novelbuddy

A cursed CD game falls from the sky. I boot it up, build a ridiculously handsome villain with broken talents, and just as I hit “Start”—boom, I get electrocuted.Now I’ve reincarnated as Lucien Caelum Valebrandt, a six-year-old noble and the infamous villain who helped the Abyssians win the last war.Every 500 years, the Abyssian King is reborn. But when the 16 chosen heroes of this generation lost against the battle of the Abyssian King because of my character, the Goddess panicked—and rewound time.Now those same heroes remember everything… and they want me dead.Even though I just got here.All I wanted was to play a game. Now I’m the villain blamed for destroying the world.

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.”