Legend of Wyatt - Chapter 1595 Phoenix Sedan Dharma Body

Feng Jinyao never expected that she would be reborn ten years ago after a fire.

At that time, she was still the sweetheart of the whole family, her parents were happy, her brother and sister-in-law were in harmony.

And she has not yet become engaged to her fiancé, who has a human face and an animal heart.

But she knew that the calm in front of her was all an illusion. Storms were coming, the building was about to collapse, her parents who loved her would not die well, the bodies of her brothers who loved her were hard to find, and even her grandfather Bai’s family could not escape the bad luck.

Feng Jinyao vowed to protect the safety of Feng and Bai’s family in this life!

then……

My father, who was supposed to be dead, had a smooth official career in this life and was promoted to the position of Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, becoming a close minister of His Majesty.

The eldest brother who was supposed to die tragically in another place became a third-rank official at a young age in this life and won the praise of hundreds of officials.

The second brother who was supposed to die in depression unexpectedly became a prostitute and entered the cabinet…

Even the Seventeenth Emperor’s Uncle, who was supposed to have nothing to do with her, actually got close to her!

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Oscar, a destitute young boy, died in a tragic accident and was reborn in the forgotten realm. As a member of the lowly Birch tribe, his solace comes from the fragments of a guardian's spirit, residing in his soul. After the decimation of his family in the hands of a powerful race known as the dreads, he embarked on the part of revenge, leading him to the path of transcendence.

The famous actress Su Cha was involved in a scandal! The leaked video had left the fans flabbergasted.

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.