Saintess Summons Skeletons - Chapter 36: Incoming Funerals

After Fang Ziyang died, he realized that he was the best male supporting character in a dog-blooded sweet pet article.
His always kind classmate is the protagonist of the book.
And his mature and rich father is the official partner of the family.
In the book, his eldest brother, father, fiance, and uncle all love each other very much, and they love each other and live happily all the way.
On the other hand, he targeted others everywhere, framed innocent people, and was finally kicked out of the house by his own father and killed by his brother himself.
Reborn until the day when fate turns to the abyss.
He is the vicious male protagonist in the school bullying incident, the full name of the public enemy that everyone spurns and crusades.
Fang Ziyang first took out his mobile phone and changed his Weibo name from “Fang Ziyang v” to “As Heaven Makes Local Babies V”.
And then… tweet.
[Zuotianzuoxiangbaov: Hello everyone, I’m Fang Ziyang. Of course, you can also call me the hero of the bullying incident in No. 1 China. In the past two days, everyone has been so hilarious, and scolded me until the green hat on my head is falling off. If you are as kind as me, I will do something for you. ——See you tomorrow night at 8pm, Orange Live. 】
Fang Ziyang smiled: Since I’m in a bad mood, let’s not sleep well.
#make heaven and earth, starting today. #

hint:
1. The Lord suffers, slaps the face and abuses the scum.
2. Let’s say it first, Xiaoshou’s mouth is more poisonous, and even the old attack is the kind of poisonous hahaha
3. With childbirth, the world sets same-sex marriage legal.

Content tags: wealthy family portable space rebirth sweet text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Fang Ziyang, Xie Zheng
One sentence introduction: Tear the protagonist by hand, turn over the cannon fodder
Purpose: to grow through training

- Description from novelbuddy

Lu Changsheng, who traveled through time and became an apprentice in the Miaoshou Garden, originally wanted to work hard to be a generation of genius doctor who can help the world. But when he started to practice martial arts, he found that every time he practiced a martial art to perfection, he could improve his understanding.

Moreover, understanding seems to be able to improve all the time. Lu Changsheng wanted to know, where is the upper limit of comprehension?

Unremarkable: Slightly better than crap.

The posture of the middle man: obscuring everyone without knowing it.

Possesses great potential: Xiao He has just shown her sharp corners.

Qianlong in the Abyss: Flood Dragons Come Out of Shallow Water!

Praise from all sides: Show your sharpness, unstoppable!

Dragon and phoenix among men: The name of genius spreads all over the world!

Praise for centuries: Founding a sect and establishing a sect, calling the sect and being the ancestor!

A born sage: astonishing the past and the present, unsurpassed!

There is no one in all ages: there is no one before and no one after!

Top savvy: unspeakable, unseen, unheard!

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The finished volumes of “Mage Profound Truth”, “Eternal Martial Arts”, “Longevity Seed”, “Old Master” and “Survival Seed” are all excellent works, produced by Lao Yue, they must be excellent!

- Description from novelbuddy

Transmigrated into a xuanhuan Patriarch, this novel portrays the xuanhuan world as realistically as possible from the perspective of the Wang clan.There’s planting spiritual fields, raising spiritual fish, and the comprehensive development of various family industries. The Patriarch also raises salted fish elders (people who have no intention of doing anything) to become ancestors who assumed roles of protective umbrellas while inspiring his juniors to brave The Holy Land Palace of Learning in order to excel.Transmigrated into a xuanhuan Patriarch, this novel portrays the xuanhuan world as realistically as possible from the perspective of the Wang clan.There’s planting spiritual fields, raising spiritual fish, and the comprehensive development of various family industries. The Patriarch also raises salted fish elders (people who have no intention of doing anything) to become ancestors who assumed roles of protective umbrellas while inspiring his juniors to brave The Holy Land Palace of Learning in order to excel.

“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.