MTL - Nine Yang Sword Saint - ~ 1226: Fission! Naga sentiment!

Yuan Luoyi felt like she was a little hamster in a pit of snakes, with her family full of crazy villains, yet as the fake heiress she still focused on slacking off.

Dad was an arms dealer, Mom an ace assassin.

Eldest brother, business world’s killing god, with proxy syndrome.

Second brother, cold-blooded lawyer, zero moral sense.

Third brother, addicted to killing, born with antisocial personality.

Fourth brother, evil celebrity, who trained fans into believers.

Fifth brother, genius scholar, loves those pure white bones.

Yuan Luoyi didn’t know that because of her birth, the world gained five more brothers, not five more lunatics.

Those greedy villains also didn’t know, the one they wanted to kill was not an ordinary girl, but the most beloved little sister of five crazy bastard brothers.

The female lead has 99 lifetimes of memories, a system, harem darling + suspense, happy ending.

Dorian was out celebrating his college graduation when a car slammed into him, and darkness took hold.

A black pearl brought Jiang Feng from a doomsday stage where top masters with one emperor, two emperors, three emperors, four deities, and seven peerless cities show off their glory to parallel time and space, and this time and space-the end of the world has not yet opened! !! Under the sky, the youth look up, if I have strength, can I get through … these two time and space! !!

- Description from 69shu

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.