The king of assassins was reborn, mastering both alchemy and poison. Sitting inside the space, there was a ghost that loved crying.
Buying a sickly boy for a hundred gold coins, becoming the master of half a country for no reason.
On their wedding night. She slightly hooked her jade finger, “Come here.”
The man tried weakly bargaining, “Can I redeem myself?”
“No!”
“Can we wait for the...