This Young Master is not Cannon Fodder - Chapter 152: Nine-Five Scripture

Tao Xiaodong had a blind brother. Tang Suoyan, gentle and calm, was his brother’s favourite doctor. As such, Tao Xiaodong loved Tang Suoyan as well.

Oftentimes, people lose sight of that which was easily gained.

Over the years, Tong Ning was so coddled by Tang Suoyan that he failed to appreciate how fetching this rare specimen was—dumping him without pause, and picking him up again when he had a change of heart.

Except, this time, he was a step too late. Tao Xiaodong had long made his move.

Tao Xiaodong looked at Tong Ning, telling him with a smile, “It doesn’t matter who Tang Suoyan used to be with. He’s mine now. As long as I don’t let go, you’ll never be able to take away what I hold onto.”

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In every being, a soul, a spirit, or a core, exists that tethers the consciousness into the solid plain. Witness as how a little spark from who was once a blazing flame, regained what once was lost.“I died and..” grins “...that started my life”What happens when an assassin transmigrated to a cultivation world?They rise through a mountain of corpse to reach the skies.But....What of an assassin whose enemy turns out to be themselves?A world where magic and cultivation co-exist?People say “Keep moving forward”.What if the way forward, is to go back to where she begun?

[WARNING! MATURE CONTENT]Noelle lived her whole life in luxury. Anything she demanded was handed to her on a silver spoon. But not Night. A boy she desires and thinks of as her 'perfect prince'. In a sick twist of fate, Noelle's family fell into huge debt, making her view things differently. Now with a broader view and an open mind, Night doesn't seem to be as perfect as he was in Noelle's eyes.COMPLETED 17 JUNE 2022 to 1 JANUARY 2023--------------------------*Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.Discord: Fujiashi #3282Instagram: @fujiashiTwitter: @Fujiashi_

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