A Practical Guide to Sorcery - Chapter 51: Saved by the Enemy

[Soft and cute heroine vs gentle and rough guy]

Father doesn’t love mother, poor family is fat, marrying a husband is not a good thing, Chen Hansui thought he had a bad hand. Only after her death did she find out that her mother was a big boss, and her husband was born alive from the love of a local tycoon in the future. Looking at the world from another perspective, everything is different…

When she was reborn and returned to the year when she was 20, Hansui decided to throw away her bad cards. Play Wang Zha Lai.

However, facing the most unruly mother-in-law in the village, the eccentric sister-in-law, and the not-so-good husband…

The soft and cute Han Sui hugged her head: I don’t think I can do it.

Male lead: I think you can still save it. Come on, my husband will give you artificial respiration.

Demining: The male protagonist in this article is not a good cake, and has no advantages other than being good to the female protagonist. The heroine is cute and cute. Both the superb mother-in-law and the poisonous sister-in-law like her. There is nothing to fight. When the villain meets such a cute heroine, his IQ is automatically blocked by 99%. The group favorite is sweet.

Zha Lang: Niuniumi who writes sweet essays

- Description from novelbuddy

It was only after Su Yayan's death that she realized that she was a malicious cannon fodder female character who became a scapegoat in a Mary Sue story.

In the world of Kyushu, players full of resentment gathered together, dripped blood as an alliance, and vowed to make the big devil go away.

For a time, all directions responded, the wind was surging, and everyone saw a better tomorrow.

Except for Lubei.

He is the so-called devil.

“Say I’m the devil, blame me for pitting you, I’m an NPC, how could I pit you, that’s how immortals are!”

- Description from novelbuddy

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.