MTL - I Have a Treasure Trove - Chapter 308 regret

Despite gifted with extraordinary talent, I resented my life being cut short.One day, fueled by alcohol, I penned a proposal letter to a princess, hoping to alter my fate.[Sure. I’d love to marry you.]…What? She’s accepting?The problem is, I proposed to all five tyrant princesses.And to make matters worse, I have no clue which one responded.

Bai Pingting has always been contrary the saying, “A woman’s virtue is ignorance.”

Although she serves the Marquess of Jing-An as a maid, she leads a life far richer than most women. Her plain appearance is not what defines her — but her intelligence, far beyond many wise men.

Although Chu Beijie was an enemy general, she still cannot help being attracted to this man, despite the many lies and conspiracies…but between love and loyalty, she must make a choice. She can only hope that man’s love for her isn’t as deep as she thought.

One is a soul who seemingly destroys peace while the other aspires to be the sword that saves. Between them, lies a mountain of hate…

Who of the two most cunning people on earth cast the trap and just who captured the other?

Through an accidental transmigration, Gu Huan became the youngest Alpha general in the novel. He is handsome, aloof and powerful, admired by thousands of people.

Even if he was a villain, this was a proper, awe-inspiring character design.

Gu Huan was so happy!

Looking at the needle holes in his arms, the haggard eyes, and the home that had been dismantled into an open-air convertible.

He suspects that he is actually an addict.

Doctor: No, you are just a very ordinary Omega who used inhibitors during the fever period.

Gu Huan: …you are kidding me.

Doctor: An Omega of your age who has not been marked is very likely to be leashed.

Gu Huan: …I believe this.

To survive. Kaolin (senior) Flower (single dog) can only apply for marriage online.

Marriage Self-Description: Older, hot-tempered, not guaranteed to not to beat someone in heat, not guaranteed to not to beat someone to death.

In the end, someone actually came to this painful marriage request, and it was the prince who wanted to eradicate him, the villain, in the original text.

——The so-called wolf dog, when it hates you, it is a wolf, when it likes you, it is a dog.

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They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.