He is an undead who is devoid of all humanity, he is the one and only supreme overlord, he is a man who has severe mysophobia.There are many people who try to act cool in front of him, whatever soldier king, assassin, system user, transmigrator, reincarnator, the strong returning, the strong coming down from the mountain, person coming back from the immortal world, reincarnation of the devil king, immortal emperor possessing someone’s body, and so on, all of them do not know what will happen next.

Crying blood and tears, she pledged a poisonous vow. The gods did not fail her. She was sent back to a decade ago. The legitimate daughter of Jiang family returned from hell.Forget it, whatever! Since they already claimed that she was a temptress that wrecked the country, she shall overturn the world into complete chaos starting with her beguiling sister, her malicious stepmother, her cruel lover and her heartless family. Let her end the lives that Yama refused to end.She was a pawn in her past life. In this life, however, the world was her chess board. With an alluring smile and a charming figure that enchanted the entire nation, the red-clothed woman wrecked chaos among the lands. She was a vengeful spirit from hell, determined to make those who wronged her pay in blood.“I want those who owe me a life debt to hold their hearts out in front of me. I want those who looked down on me to only be able to admire me. I want Lord Zhong Zi to shiver when he sees me. I want to step on this splendid river and mountains!”— — —“You are a temptress and I am a thief.” His robe was as dark as the night and his gaze was as cold as the Northern Star. “A perfect match.”Her red dress was akin to fire, but her heart was the coldest ice in the winter.He was stoic in his black robe, yet he was willing to warm her frozen heart.In this life, the elegant man seemed like a snowy bamboo grove with tall, chilly mountains, walking step by step towards her like an unstoppable force.“Ruan Ruan, if you hate the world, then I shall conquer the lands with you.”“What if I love the world?” She asked.“I am the world, so you can only love me,” he answered. Show more

In his past life, the little terrified bun, Wei Jing, tried attracting his father’s attention by summoning his courage to fight for inheritance against the elder brother who pampered him. He was badly bruised and hurt as a result of it. In the end, he was kicked out of the family by his father and he died as a result of a car accident. In this life, he decided to be a good child, not causing trouble nor being willful. He won’t try to steal the company from his elder brother. Best, he’ll stay far away from the family. The reborn Wei Zhe watched as his sweet little brother gradually distanced himself from him. “Heh! You want to leave? Did you ask me first?”

Ye Shu transmigrated into the book he had just read and became the first cannon fodder minister who was brought down by the tyrannical male lead, suffering a death by a thousand cuts, turned into dust, that kind of thing. Ye Shu resolutely packed up and decided to abscond before this could happen. On the road, feeling that he had been drugged, he accosted someone for help. Who would have expected that he would wake up the next day with the tyrant smiling beside him. “Did you sleep well?” Ye Shu: “……” To survive, Ye Shu was forced to enter the palace as a consort, and henceforth, lived a harsh life of being ordered around and squeezed by the tyrant. When the tyrant annotated folding memorials[1], he refilled his tea and ground more ink. When the tyrant ate, he tested his dishes for hidden drugs. When the tyrant retired for the night, he was even responsible for warming his bed. It wasn’t until his belly started to grow that Ye Shu noticed that the book he had transmigrated into seemed to be a bit buggy…… This f*cking world was actually ABO. He hadn’t been drugged, previously… That was the first differentiation period as he became a Kunjun! Tyrant: “This Qianjun’s rut period is coming, my beloved consort……” Ye Shu slammed the bedchamber’s door in front of the tyrant. “Heh, not a chance.” — Note: [1] Folding memorial – Memorials were an official communication to the Emperor of China. A “Folding Memorial”, for instance, was to be written on pages small enough for the emperor to hold them in his hand and read without being observed. Show more

In the 21st century, she was the talented leader of the hidden family clan, once she crossed over, she became the number one waste?Break off an engagement? A good-for-nothing? Open your eyes and see clearly!This lady here can just throw you into the skies and let you be closer to the sun.With a red fan in hand to blow the world into a whirl of chaos, carving a name for herself under the skies.