Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability - Chapter 173: Snowball Effect (2)

The cultivation genius of the Lan family of the modern cultivation family, Lan Qiaoyue, the next successor of the Lan family appointed by the head of the family——Lan Qiaoyue, accidentally traveled to the South Prince’s Mansion in Zhennan, Chu State, and became Qin Luoyi, the legitimate daughter of the mansion who was assigned to be married to the third prince.

In her previous life, she was a genius in cultivation.

In this life, she is a waste material for cultivation, and there is a strange seal in her body.

The snake and scorpion sister spies on her fiancé, and uses the world’s obscenity to ruin her reputation.

She sneered with astonishment and talent, what a trick! You find a man, and I will find ten men to pay you back… Do you still want to marry Mr. Ruyi after harming someone? There are no doors!

What? Aphrodisiac will die if you don’t understand it for half an hour?

That’s simple, just find a man to solve it, but…why did the man she randomly found turn out to be the prince of Chu State who is under one person and above ten thousand people?

When her fiancé heard that she had lost her virginity, he stopped her with a dark face and asked, “Tell me who the adulterer is. In the prince’s residence, I will reward you with a concubine…” With a disdainful tone like charity.

She bit her lip with a face full of embarrassment, stretched out five slender fingers and pressed down one by one: “One, two, three… Which one do you want me to tell you?”

Poof, the fiancé twitched and vomited blood and fell to the ground!

There is a silent smile on the beautiful face… Whether she is a concubine or a regular one, she doesn’t care. She still wants to seek the supreme immortality, and she has to untie the strange seal in her body, so she has no time to marry!

It is said that there is Penglai Immortal Island in the sea of ​​Shenglong Continent, and there are immortals with powerful magic power on the island. Qin Luoyi was ecstatic, and with a lot of money, she embarked on her passionate road of cultivating immortals…

Does the Piaomiao Sect of the first immortal sect accept disciples whose meridians are blocked?

It doesn’t matter, she has countless high-level panacea, which can be eaten as jelly beans.

A certain woman with silver bills around her waist and a gold bar in her hand smiled and took out bottle after bottle of panacea and placed them in front of the master.

The head was dumbfounded: Cough, how many do you have?

A certain woman smiled like a flower and easily took out several bottles again.

After the head of the sect was stunned, he smiled happily: I have never accepted an apprentice for a hundred years, and today I fell in love with you and accepted you as a closed disciple!

There are outstanding people in Penglai Xiandao, and they only produce handsome men and beautiful women. What? The person who was stunned by her injection was her second senior brother?

It’s okay, we didn’t know each other back then, but now we are brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters should be friendly to each other, one needle can make the senior brother flourish again.

It is said that the eldest brother is facing the wind from the tree, elegant and unrestrained, and he is a match made in heaven with the fairy-like fifth senior sister, but why does he ignore the fifth senior sister and discuss the way of dual cultivation with her instead?

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This article is a strong article for women, a favorite article, which integrates cultivation, various supernatural powers, the temptation of beautiful men, the mystery of life experience, and the heroine dominates the world horizontally and horizontally. Haha, Jane is incompetent, the content is absolutely wonderful…

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“You are offering me a marriage of convenience, but princess… there's nothing convenient about me.”

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Izabelle had underestimated the fire she thought she was going to play with tonight. But how could she ever have foreseen that the man she had happened to come across with does not play with just a small fire, but a whole inferno?

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“You going through this marriage with me might as well be like you digging your own grave. Because the moment you start to want more from me, I will divorce you. And the moment you break your promise and try to fight me… I will ruin you and break you apart completely. Mercilessly. You will regret ever meeting this devil tonight.” His threat was given in the same soft but cold voice.

But Elle did not even flinch. Her gaze never faltered either. This man was ruthless, and she knew that clearly. His eyes that moment promised nightmares and darkness without any promise of respite.

But no matter what he says now, it would still not change her decision. She truly had no other choice.

“I understand now…” she said quietly, steeling herself. “Since you don't trust that I will keep my word, how about we do this? You prepare the divorce documents beforehand now and I'll sign it. That way, once you decide to divorce me in the future, the papers would already have been signed and there would be no way I can trouble you about it. You would just need to send it to the lawyers and have it notarized.”

A heavy silence reigned before his quiet disbelieving laugh broke the silence.

“I'm at a loss for words, Princess Izabelle.” He looked wickedly amused. But then he started nodding in approval. “Fine, princess. I will marry you.”

A gigantic mouth appeared in the sky and swallowed the entire Earth, scattering the shattered fragments everywhere.“Welcome to the Myriad Heavenly Hunting Grounds, your talent is the Lord's Cottage.”Earthlings received the developmental ability called Lord's Cottage, beginning their struggle for survival in the Myriad Heavenly Hunting Grounds.Fang Jie, holding the initial item 'Faction Conversion Command', gently tapped on the undead faction. Starting with the undead fission talent, he could make his subordinate undead split and increase in value, and the talent could also be upgraded.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”