Live Action Murder Mystery - Chapter 72.2

Viserys Targaryen was born with the blood of dragons and yet lived his life in exile. He was a prince with a lost kingdom and a fading legacy, an immature bastard who died a pitiful death. Unfortunately, that same death was coming for me now… as I found myself in his body right before molten gold fried my brain.Yes. Fuck Khal Drogo, and fuck the molten crown.With the memories from another life, in this world of betrayal and broken oaths, I had the chance to forge a new destiny for myself. Armed with the knowledge of the future, my own cunning, and [The Dragon System], I made the choice to flee from the Dothraki barbarians and take back what was rightfully mine.

After going bankrupt, Cheng Jinzhi woke up and found Rong Si, her nemesis, lying beside her.
When Rong Si kissed her, she realized that she had returned to twenty years ago, when Rong Si was still a pauper with a lot of debts.
This article is also called “How to Sleep the Winner of Life?” “” Queen, I think your thighs are missing me”

Content tags: entertainment circle, rebirth, happy friends, sweet text
Protagonist: Cheng Jinzhi, Rong Si ┃ Supporting roles: Xia You, Gou Yu, Fu Xinbai, Fu Qiansheng

- Description from novelbuddy

The devilishly charming Villain’s lips curled up and said: “Kiss me, hug me, hold me.”

The cold icy beauty’s eyelashes lowered slightly: “You said you would marry me, you can’t take it back.”

The yandere youngster’s eyes were deep and dark, raising his eyebrows and laughing softly: “Other than my side, where do you still want to go?”

…… Yu Chu felt helpless and could only ask help from the Main God: “My Lord, your soul shards are always flirting with me, but I don’t want to be flirted with, what would you say I should do about it– Huh? Yeah, I really don’t want to be flirted with.”

“Hey, wait wait….. Don’t be angry, hey, don’t feel wronged either, holy crap, don’t act cute and spoiled, okay okay, I will let you flirt, I will let you flirt alright!”

- Description from Novelupdates

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”