My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading - Chapter 225: Wedding

Big Player can't reap without sowing!Have you ever seen a transmigrator forced to risk their life over copying a novel by the system?Have you ever seen a transmigrator who has to endure physical punishment by the system for quoting a famous line from their past life?I just freaking want to make some money, why's it so damn hard!System, do you dare stop messing around? I might be a fake transmigrator for all I know!……

“I hope you don’t fall in love with me, because I won’t be taking responsibility,” warned the young man. “Don’t worry, I won’t fall in love with a body double,” the employer dully replied. Yet, both of them forgot what they had said.

(Quick time travel + heroine + book wear + one-to-one sweet pet)

In the last century, Feng Ai, the boss of the last century, was so sad after losing his love that he actually traveled to the world of female venerables in his sleep.

Here women are in charge of the outside world, men are in charge of the inside, women are the worshipers, and the men are the wives and daughters. The most surprising thing is that even the children are not born by women. This is simply a woman’s paradise!

It’s just that the man in the book is willing to endure thousands of years of suffering for his lover, and he has been displaced for ten generations, and the love is really rare.

Since she wants to complete the task, then she will give him the exclusive favor for ten lifetimes and help him reach consummation.

Everyone said that the red cinnabar on his forehead was an ominous omen, but she regarded it like a jewel.

The ominous thing in the eyes of others is the white moonlight in her eyes and the cinnabar mole in her heart.

But……

Why?

The woman who had been scolded by her thousands of times for causing him to suffer for thousands of years was actually her former self!

Regardless of his identity, Nan Jun bravely climbed up to the top of Qiao Yun’s wall, and sneaked a look inside.

Hearing the movement, Qiao Yun hugged the broom, boldly approached the shadow, trembling and pretending to be calm, he said, “Where…where is the thief?”

After a moment of silence, a familiar voice sounded: “Heart thief!”

The broom in my hand fell in response…

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The antique market that is filled with treasures and trash.