The Soul System in the Apocalypse - Chapter 11: Raging Fire Flood

Emily is considered a curse by her father, who abandoned her to live alone in the countryside the day she was born. However, when Emily comes of age, her father asks her to marry another man in place of her sister.She fights back but is poisoned by her father and stepmother, leaving her mute and without her wolf.Her fiancé, Alpha Klaus, is said to be nothing more than a head wolf with an empty title, and he's short-tempered and cruel, but is that really the case?“Tell me, why did you run away from your marriage?” Alpha Klaus puffed on his cigarette, sunglasses hiding his face, “Did you not want to marry me because you were afraid of me?”She fled, he chased. Wherever she was, he found her.She was treated like grass by her family, he treated her like a treasure. He sheltered her from the wind and rain and healed her from all her wounds.He took her in his arms, a warm snort in her face, and he whispered in her ear, “Emily, I ask you to think of me every day, just as I miss you.” “ I want the rest of your memories to be with me. ”Note: This book deals with adult content, violence and dark magic.

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A Di [legitimate-born] daughter of a noble house turns into an abandoned daughter. No father to dote on her, no mother to love her, no problem. She uses one silver needle to save a dying man. What’s so unusual about a medical injection? She roams all over the world with a scalpel in her hand. Cutting throats, cutting open abdomens, cutting open skulls to mend bones. With amazing medical skills and ethics, she gathers a flock of officials, obtains the will of heavens, gains public favor, and receives Taizi’s [Crown Prince] doting. In the midst of a powerful momentum, her cheap father comes to reunite. She coldly refuses to go home or acknowledge ancestors.

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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