Ascension: Cursed Blood - Chapter 34: Reward and bad outcomes

Half a year ago, after a generation of days, the national goddess was revealed to be pregnant, which caused an uproar in public opinion, and everyone was guessing who the father of the child was.

Half a year later, she appeared in front of Ye Mo with a pair of twins.

Ye Mo, who knew nothing, became the father of a pair of national babies and awakened the system.

“Accompany the baby for an hour, reward a building!”

“Make your baby happy and gain master carving skills!”

In this way, Ye Mo has gone further and further on the road to becoming a national dad and a super hero.

- Description from novelbuddy

Li Zifu’s bad friend Yang Dejin made a prophecy, and the two of them both traveled through time and became the cannon fodder of two villains in a novel about the heroine.
Li Zichou looked at his dazzlingly bright dragon robe: …Yang Dejin, what an open mouth!
Yang Dejin dressed as Prince Yu disguised as a man to hide his identity: Zifu, have you also time-traveled? great!
Li Zichou took a deep breath: …not very good.
The setting of the original book: when the first female ruler of Dasheng came to the throne, the heroine Bai Qingyang was forcibly named queen by her. Bearing a serious crime, she endured dormancy in the palace, secretly inciting the empress and the prince to turn against each other, and in the end the fisherman reaped the benefits and ruled the world.
One is a brutal, bloodthirsty and wanton female tyrant, and the other is an ambitious prince who disguises himself as a man.
Both died, and the two died happily.
Li Zishou and Yang Dejin agreed that they would turn the tide before their respective death dates, and neither of them was allowed to show up.
In order to survive, Li Zi paid for the army and infrastructure construction, crazily swiping the favorability of the heroine, and laying a solid foundation for the heroine to ascend the throne. It is our duty to revive the glory of Dasheng!
On the other hand, Yang Dejin kept lighting up the skill tree, went to the temple and got the kitchen, raised private soldiers while running a business, and occasionally investigated cases with Xie Zhi, the Minister of Justice.
However, the two of them at that time did not expect that the object of their solo would be reborn after committing suicide, and the other would go back in time.
Of the four, none of them were reopened.
Later…
Li Zichou frowned: Don’t you think there is something wrong with the way Xie Zhi looks at you?
Yang Dejin also frowned: Impossible! I only like girls! I think Bai Qingyang is still interested in you!
Li Zifu beat the case: Impossible! Bai Qingyang is a straight girl!
Yang Dejin also took the case: Then I’m pure lesbian too!
Bai Qingyang: .
Xie Zhi:.
The desire to survive is full of Li Zishou × rebirth heroine Bai Qingyang
Born to Love Playing the Bookboy Yang Dejin × Disguising as a Man Backtracker Xie Zhirui
Some Happy Full Crew Reopening Literature
This article is also known as “Survival of the Villain’s Cannon Fodder”, “The History of the Dasheng Palace”, “The Package of Things About My Transmigration/Rebirth/Retrospect”
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VERY IMPORTANT VIEWING GUIDE:
1. The background is empty, and the dynasty cannot be tested
2. There are too many private settings, some refer to Wikipedia
3. The writing style is limited, so you can leave it at will
4. The plot is the main focus, and the emotion is the supplement
5. Qingshui Wen, who tells stories seriously
6. In terms of personal pronouns, when other characters face a character who conceals their gender, the insider uses “she” and the uninformed uses “he”, including dialogue and psychological activities. (Cold knowledge: “he” can be used to refer generally)

- Description from novelbuddy

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.