Misunderstood Villain: Heroines Mourn My Death - Chapter 234: Their Truth

[No turning back to old love + single female lead + daily sweetness + no system, no Golden Finger + relaxation & healing + long-lasting romance]“Xie Xiao, you can't just stop wanting me after being so good to me for three years and getting me used to it. What do these three years between us amount to?” Zhou Mianmian looked at Xie Xiao with tears blurring her eyes and a pitiful expression.“Consider it my bad luck,” Xie Xiao said indifferently with a glance at her.“Are you mad at me because I didn't agree to be with you?” Zhou Mianmian reached out to grab his hand, her voice pleading, “Then let's be together now, okay?”“You deserve someone better than me,” Xie Xiao dodged her hand, pulling the beautiful girl by his side into his arms, “Wife, let’s go.”Now that I'm reborn, let someone else be the lovestruck fool.Xie Xiao just wants to live a sweet life holding the tsundere treasure of a girl he overlooked for years~----In his past life, Xie Xiao was blind, unable to tell the difference between a scheming girl and a treasure.To buy milk for the scheming girl, he got hit by a car and was paralyzed in bed for three years.In the end, the scheming girl turned around and went with another lovestruck fool.Instead, there was a proud and cute girl by his side...Until her accidental death...Xie Xiao closed his eyes in despair...If only time could be turned back...

And so Arascus, God of Pride, waited. He waited for his defeat as the forces of Heaven & Hell combined descended upon him. He waited as they tried to kill him. He waited as they locked him away. He waited for a thousand years in that dark prison.

What's the book about? It is about Demonic Cultivation!, If you cannot handle it, Please don't read it.Synopsis:When Song Wen killed the frail beggar who fought him over food and consumed his blood and soul, every cell in his body leaped with excitement. His spirit was exhilarated, and he realized then that his life would henceforth be filled with slaughter. For survival, for longevity, he would spare no effort, even if it meant creating mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Ruins stretched across the landscape in the apocalypse after the nuclear war.