The Academy's Terminally Ill Side Character - Chapter 125: Locked In, Breaking Free [2]

If the Red Dragon's head could pour out half a skull's worth of magma, the world would then witness the rise of the most enlightened monarch—the Red Dragon Book.David closed the book, a puff of Dragon Breath turned it to ash, and he whipped himself up a bottle of Fiendfire Elixir.To hell with bloody rationality.I just want to do as I please!This is the story of a Red Dragon rampaging through an alternate world, constantly rewarding itself by embodying the Seven Deadly Sins.

Wei Shao’s part.

At first, Marquis of Yan, Wei Shao, was advised to marry the Qiao’s daughter : “The Qiao’s family has been in the Eastern County for three generations, although declining, but deeply honored, like the hundred-foot insects that die but not stiff. My Lord is majestic and powerful. The family of Qiao has begged the Lord, so why not take the daughter of the Qiao family and use her?”

Later, Wei Shao finally understood and hit his own face. It’s hurt, really hurt.

Xiao Qiao’s part.

Hmm, men are indeed cheap bones. The Emperor is the same.

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He said: “My only wish is for you to disappear from my sight forever.”

Song Youran deeply loved Xie Jingchuan because of the warmth he unintentionally gave her. But she knew that Xie Jingchuan didn't love her, so she spent five years trying to make him fall in love with her. However, the result was that Xie Jingchuan hated her more and more every day. Looking back, Song Youran finally chose to ‘disappear’ from Xie Jingchuan’s world …

Everyone thought that Song Youran had died. Only Xie Jingchuan believed that Song Youran must still be living a peaceful life in a certain corner of the world. Previously, he thought that once Song Youran disappeared, he would be happy. However, when the misunderstanding was finally revealed, this was the first time that Xie Jingchuan truly felt heartbroken.

Even if love and hate were to be forgotten over time, could she fall for him again as if she had never been hurt by him?

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

—— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》

I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization.

In the bottom of the muck……I found my lucida.

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