Genius Sword Immortal (Feng Yin Zi Chen) - Chapter 289: The Enticement Of A Beautiful Woman

Mu Yao is wearing a book.
When she woke up, she became the dark, stupid, arrogant female supporting role in the book.
The male protagonist is deeply disgusted by the stupid and ignorant fiancée Mu Yao who comes out of the mountains and often jumps in front of him.
Until one day, Mu Yao took the initiative to ask him to dissolve the engagement.
The male protagonist thought that he could get rid of Mu Yao’s troubles from now on, but unexpectedly, he somehow became the ugly and stupid dog beside Mu Yao.
From then on, during the day, the aloof male lead sneered at Mu Yao.
At night, after becoming a stupid dog, the male lead curled up the dog’s body, and was pitifully hugged by Mu Yao in Xiangruan’s arms, looking up at the dog’s head, begging to be petted.
The heroine will be beautiful, and the hero will wear his soul on the dog raised by the heroine after dark

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Everyone knows that the hero has a fiancée who grew up in the countryside. She is said to be ugly and ugly, and she is extremely disgusted by the hero.
Until in the box, everyone saw the hero squatting on the ground, holding the snow-white slender ankle, carefully putting on shoes for the girl who looked like a fairy, and asked in a hoarse voice: “Yaoyao, when will you follow me?” Am I re-engaged?”
Dumbfounded guys: “…”
Damn dirt ugliness! Damn dislike!

1. The heroine is ugly in the early stage, beautiful and squeamish in the later stage, sprinkled with sugar, and the text is so sweet that toothache
2. If you don’t like beauties, please click X, you don’t need to love, please don’t hurt ~ everyone is a soft and civilized beauty. Declined to pick up the list!
3. The author’s scarf will be worn outside the episode: Beauty Wushuang

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One-sentence introduction: After the hero is dressed as a dog, he chases his wife every day at the crematorium

- Description from novelbuddy

Newly crowned Film Emperor Feng Jing; good looks, good stature, good acting, good character. Except he has one unshakeable rule—any night show he stars in cannot go past 12 o’clock. The media, with ulterior motives, chases after this little crazy secret of his. Yet remaining unconcerned about how the outside world falls into turbulent times, Film Emperor Feng still stands tall and unmoved.

Jiang Ran recently felt that her dog has become somewhat strange. Ordinarily when she kisses, hugs, and raises her dog up high, her dog would always be especially happy and lovable. Now whenever she kisses, hugs, and raises her dog up high, however, her dog was horny…

- Description from Novelupdates

One imperial edict and the family’s calculation, the sweet, adorable her met the cold him that was up high. She became his little princess consort. Everyone said that Prince Ying of Western Xuan Empire was shockingly ugly, cold-blooded and ruthless. They laughed at her that she had mistakenly entered the tiger’s den with her life in danger. But she just laughed that everyone in the world couldn’t see the wider picture, and were stupid and ignorant. The ugly appearance was actually beyond gorgeous, cold-blooded was actually gentle and sweet. She only wanted to hide him away and not allow other people to peep at him. “Big Ice Cube, take off your mask and let this princess have a look!” She propped up her chin with saliva flowing down.

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.