Zhanxian (Immortal Executioner) - Chapter 539.2: Final Outcome

“His novel. His rules. His fight to take it all back.”Who would have thought Tavian would end up trapped inside his own novel?Not the chosen one. Not the villain.Just a forgettable extra with laughable stats and no place in the story he once ruled.And the protagonist he shaped into a perfect weapon?He’s real—and hunting him.Armed only with the knowledge of the world he created, Tavian has one choice: exploit the system he built… or be devoured by his own creation.He knows how the story is supposed to end.And he won’t let anyone else decide his fate—especially not the characters he once controlled.

Lin Xingzhu passed through the book.
She became the cannon fodder for the coveted protagonist in a love action novel.
In the original text, after the main character’s courtship was rejected, he drugged the main character in an attempt to force her to submit, but was ruined by the main character’s suitors in the end.
At this time, Lin Xingzhu looked at the weak and flushed protagonist, and thought of the tragic ending of the original body in the future, and fell into deep thought.
A sentence flashed in my memory – you may not be a human being, but you cannot be a pervert.
Therefore, based on the concept of not being a pervert, Lin Xingzhu embarked on helping the protagonist avoid all kinds of plot checkpoints that are full of tricks and can reach the world and enter the sea.
Just when Lin Xingzhu thought that the rescue was successful and she could retire, she found that the protagonist Xiao Baihua was looking at her with strange eyes…
The woman’s bright red lips curled up, her slender fingers brushed her slender neck, causing tremors: “Since you’re here, stay with me forever.”

#save! It turns out that the weak little white rabbit I always thought turned out to be the black lotus with outstanding acting skills#
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After revealing his true colors——

“Don’t you want to get to know me?” The woman pressed her every step of the way, with a treacherous and ambiguous smile.
Lin Xingzhu: “!!”
Help! ! It turns out that the black lotus doesn’t need me to rescue at all, it turns out that I climbed high qaq

Bai Xiying held the apple in her hand, played with the fruit knife in her right hand, and said inexplicably, “Didn’t you come here for me?”
Lin Xingzhu looked at the reflective arc, and his heart trembled.
“as you wish.”
The corners of the woman’s lips raised slightly, and said meaningfully.
As the cold color approached, Lin Xingzhu subconsciously closed his eyes.
In the next second, an apple-flavored sweet kiss overflowed between the lips and teeth.
“Are the apples delicious?”
The woman’s sticky voice rang in his ears.
Lin Xingzhu was dizzy and nodded hastily.
“There are more here.” The woman pushed open the door of the storage room behind her, and said in a provocative voice, “You can also try the cherry flavor and peach flavor…”
Lin Xingzhu swept across the room, his pupils trembled, and the corners of his mouth were stiff: Shocked.jpg The pervert is by my side!

#save! So the black lotus has been playing me, right?##If this is the case, then I won’t be sleepy##足球向试.jpg#
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- Description from novelbuddy

Once upon a time, the Devil fell in love with one of the King’s many wives. One night he went to her room disguised as her husband and made love to her. She got pregnant with his child. Knowing this The King ordered her execution believing his wife cheated on him, but then the Devil appeared to the king making him a deal. In exchange for great power for his Kingdom, the King will let his wife Sire The Devil’s Child. The King who was greedy for power agrees to the deal and his Kingdom becomes one of the most powerful Kingdoms and the Devil’s Child, the seventh Prince of the Kingdom.

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.