The Malevolent Female Villain Turns Out to Be Me - Chapter 87

For three years, Finn Taylor is utterly humiliated. He has endured everything from physical beatings to verbal abuse. For three long years, he has gone by only one identity—the useless matrilocal son-in-law of the Larson family. But this life as he knows it is about to be turned upside-down as he reclaims his position as the head of Peregrine Hall.

As we all know, there is a force that must not be messed with in the Southern Region, thatched cottage.

Among them, the eldest disciple is the Qingyun Sword Master of the Southern Region, with a mastery of swordsmanship.

The second disciple, the Eternal Empress, leads an era.

The third disciple is a great Confucianist in the world, and the star of Wenqu came down to earth.

The fourth disciple, the reincarnation of the demon god, suppressed Jiuyou.

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Lu Changsheng: Me? I am nothing special, just their master.

Lin SuCi transmigrated into a book, and became a kitten who had just cultivated into becoming human.

When he was still young, he was picked up by a good man to be become his apprentice, but he did not expect his master to let his senior — the number one villain in the book — raise him?

This villain senior was too scary, when he had nothing to do he would put him on a plate and stare at him. Let’s not mention cuddling, embracing, stroking and pinching him all day long, he even had a hundred ways to bite a cat!

Lin SuCi covered his butt and had a tearful epiphany, Senior wants to eat me up!

Having tried to run away with his short legs and getting caught for the nth time, Lin SuCi, his paws covering his face, had to accept his fate.

Wasn’t it to just be the boss villain’s favored younger brother? Take your hand off my tail, fine, I’ll take on this role!

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Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.