Gardenia's Heart - Chapter 93: Conversations Are Difficult

Chen Shen traveled to a world of immortals and became the corpse collector of the Xianzong, burying the dead disciples every day.

To bury the disciples of the seventh level of Qi training, to obtain their immortal skills and experience, and to obtain part of their spiritual roots.

To bury the disciples of Daofeng’s inner disciples in the array, get the spirit-gathering array, the killing array, and the experience of the array.

Bury alchemy masters, get Peiyuan alchemy recipes, build foundation alchemy recipes, and get alchemy master experience packs.

Bury super geniuses, complete spiritual roots, and achieve heavenly spiritual roots…

Twenty years later, Chen Shen, the body collector who has grown into a Jindan Zhenjun but is still low-key, discovered that the corpses sent this time were unusual, as if they were from the whole sect!

No sign in, no punch card.

Do not rely on breathing, do not rely on walking, do not rely on heartbeat.

The system is produced in one step

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The daughter Xu Youyou, whom the Xu family sent to the countryside to recuperate many years ago, has returned to fulfill her engagement with the Lin family.

On the eve of the wedding, the groom escaped from marriage and went abroad to find his Bai Yueguang, everyone: wow… [eat melon expression]

Xu Youyou: Oh huh.

In the next second, the white and soft little hand grabbed the man’s sleeve, and said in a sweet and glutinous tone, “Mr. Mo, can you marry me?”

…

Mo Shenbai is a pure-hearted, mysterious and low-key business tycoon. He has been in the elusive shopping mall for ten years. No newspapers and magazines dare to publish a photo of him, and there is not a single strange person who can let him take a look.

Everyone said that Mo Shenbai’s marriage to Xu Youyou must be an agreed marriage, and they will definitely divorce after one year.

Xu Youyou ate her melon with gusto, but just when she was eating, she realized that something was wrong.

No need to pay for shopping, no need to order food, no matter where you go, everyone greets her warmly: Mrs. Mo is good.

Later, the dark and white Bai Yueguang came back, and the ex-fiancé expressed affectionately: “Yoyo, only I really love you, come back to me, I don’t despise you.”

Before Xu Youyou could answer the man’s domineering embrace, her low voice was sexy and sultry: “Baby, you didn’t tell him, here is the crystallization of our love.” Her warm big palm pressed against her flat belly.

Xu Youyou blushed, and the scumbag blushed…

[Brainless Mary Sue loves text after marriage | Focus on male abuse two]

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Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”