The Villainess, Cecilia Silvy, Doesn't Want to Die, so She Decided to Crossdress - Chapter 10

Yang Yan found himself becoming a corpse. But before he could stay for a minute, the lid of his coffin was opened.A stunning face appeared in front of him.Leng Biyue!As the Holy Maiden of the Fairy Maiden Sect, she possessed the quasi-empire bloodline!Blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, fell, and landed on Yang Yan's face.His eyes opened!“The Sword Dao Emperor, who was buried for 100,000 years, has come to life once again!”

I became a female character in a martial arts game I’ve played for the first time.

I know absolutely nothing about Murim, though…

【Loving you is the sweetest thing in my heart】

Everyone in the First Affiliated Hospital knows that Xu Mai of the Cardiac Surgery Department is a high-altitude flower with first-class medical skills, first-class talent and appearance, and a icy aura… also first-class, which has frostbitten the hearts of a large number of suitors.

The new intern, Min Yue, became more and more courageous with the cold, persistently chasing after Xu Mai and wagging his tail: “Master, Master, I can warm the bed. The operating room is so cold, will you marry me?”

【Min Yue’s Love Story Theater】

Min Yue: “Master, as soon as I saw you, the dopamine level in my brain rose rapidly.”

Xu Mai was looking at the case and ignored her.

Min Yue pointed to her heart: “Master, the place between my second and fifth ribs is where you live.”

Xu Mai flipped through the medical records, but still ignored her.
Min Yue suddenly hugged her sweetheart from behind: “Master, I like you.”
Xu Mai stared at the case, his ears turned red quietly.
CP: Deputy Chief Physician of Bingshan Beauty x Energetic and Sweet-mouthed Trainee Physician

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“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world.Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!”The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears.Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing.Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable.His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next.After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual.“It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.”Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open.“Atticus? W-why are you here?”The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arm, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.”****Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren.Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.