Facing an Ancient God for a Year - Chapter 468 - Wasteland Section (30)_1

“If you were the supreme master of the Dao of Immortals, revered by countless beings, able to glimpse life and death, and understand the destiny, what kind of woman would you seek as a partner?”Jiang Feng: “I would marry an eighteen-year-old.”“...do you want to die?”“I'd rather die to marry an eighteen-year-old.”

After Gu Jinghe passed through the book, she became a cold and ruthless overlord. The system asked her to abuse her heart and body against the poor heroine, and the world was broken.
The heroine is both beautiful and miserable, Gu Jinghe couldn’t bear it, and decided to put on another vest to secretly compensate her.
She seamlessly switches between old and new identities, and lives like a genius every day.
When she was the overlord, she looked cold and stern, with a mocking smile on her lips, and her fingers raised the heroine’s chin: “Ji Yunyan, the fate of the Ji family is in my hands, you’d better be obedient.”
In her new identity, she smiled brightly, and her voice was sweet and soft: “Yanyan, can I go to your house to do my homework?”
Probably because of her superb acting skills, the heroine treats her with a cold face as the domineering boss, and smiles like a flower at her new identity.
Until one day, when Gu Jinghe routinely confronted Ji Yunyan as the boss, Tian Liang Ji Po, Ji Yunyan suddenly called out her vest name to her.
Gu Jinghe agreed…
Gu Jinghe: Why don’t you listen to my explanation?
Ji Yunyan: (smiling) Make it up, keep making it up.
[The story of two people who thought they were straight but were not so straight flirted with each other, and ended up breaking themselves completely]
(The cover is the persona of Mr. Jing Heba)
Ba Zong and Jiaojiao seamlessly switch between the superb acting skills of Shou vs. the attack of the disguised little white flower

Content tags: system sweet text wear book
Search keywords: Protagonist: Gu Jinghe ┃ Supporting role: Ji Yunyan ┃ Others: Chuanshu, Overlord, Actress
One sentence introduction: I fell off the horse in front of the heroine
Intention: No matter what difficulties you face, you must stick to your own nature and not fall into darkness. the

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Having traveled to the year 1983, Lu Jiaxin found herself at the start facing the failure of the original host in a high school exam, a stepmother who was sweet on the outside but dark-hearted, and a purely self-interested father.Designer Lu, facing a hellish start, decided: if her stepmother made a move, she'd countermove tenfold! If her father failed to act like a human, she'd teach him how to!She still intended to continue college; she heard that the degrees from Hong Kong University in the '80s were quite valuable, so she flung her sleeves and bravely explored the financial and business circles of Hong Kong.Bulky mobile phones, beepers, “007” on the dance floor!Victoria Mountain, Shallow Bay, female tycoons of Victoria!

The Empire's forces retreated in desperation—trampled by faceless horrors bringing darkness and death to these once beautiful lands.Only the most courageous stood in defiance, forming a last defence to buy the people time to flee—fighting until the final embers of hope burned out.A man stands with a silver sword, like a beacon of hope to those around him. He roared with all his might drawing his blade against the overwhelming enemy!“You face Lancelot, Sword of the Empire! ”These horrors tested the Lord's grit and loyalty in the final moments.“Should my blade break, I will use my body!”The knights had fallen, broken swords for their tombstones, and lords fled, betraying the Empire to survive.“If my body breaks, I'll use my Soul!”Lancelot, the sword of the Empire, fought alone.All hope seemed lost.“And if my Soul fails...”What could a single man and his army do?He fights against the dark tide, blade in hand, heart on sleeve.“I will sell myself to the devil for revenge!”But he was too weak, too fragile.The last Lord of humanity stood against the enemy.Lancelot was a master of the sword, a mortal, neither a God nor a Saint.Miracles were beyond his reach.Now only a broken man impaled on his own destroyed throne.His blade shattered—now, like rose petals, it was scattered across the charred ground.Lancelot's soul was fated for the abyss as the light faded from his eyes.His last ounce of resistance used staring at the man who betrayed the Empire.Now with only the desire to kill, crush and seek revenge smouldering inside him.Now unwilling to die and desperate to fight once again.He desired to fight for the people who supported him.Lancelot refused to surrender, to fall like this.As quietly in the abyss, a voice whispered to him.It tried to entice the Lord, ignite his desire to win and fight again.“If given a second chance, to relive your life with a different choice... Would you Accept?”Blood gathered in his throat, forcing him to reply in his mind.A frail and broken voice'There is no reason to ask, of course!'“No matter the cost?”'Even if I were to lose everything...''If my people can live on. I would sacrifice everything I have!'“You will no longer be the same, a monster, twisted and vicious.”“Will you still accept?”The Lord's heart ached, taking great pride in his humanity.To lose that caused his mind to falter.Finally, out of power, unable to speak or reply with a trembling arm.Lancelot reached out.Towards the raspy voice.Towards the abyss.Towards a new future.[So you would accept after all...]'I must accept.''I must stand tall.''I must not break.''Because...''I am the Lord of humanity![Nay, you are the king of demons]