Shattered Innocence: Transmigrated Into a Novel as an Extra - Chapter 792: Hatred

He is the fearsome heir of an empire, wielding power throughout his life, indifferent and cold by nature, yet devoted to her wholeheartedly.“Summer Sutton, the only woman I will ever marry in this lifetime!” At the engagement party arranged by his family with another woman, he arrives with her and blatantly kicks the white lotus out of the picture.Everyone knows that Summer Sutton is the one Adrian Walyon holds dear to his heart; whatever she desires, there is nothing he cannot provide.At her mere longing for him, he flies thousands of kilometers overnight to be by her side.At her mention of missing the taste of home, he orders food to be prepared and immediately air-shipped to her.When she expresses her wish to reach for the stars, he reserves an aerial restaurant 108 floors high, making the starlight accessible.“What else do you want?” he asks earnestly, gazing at her.She tiptoes up, wrapping him in her arms, “Adrian Walyon, all I want is you!”

The unparalleled Pill Emperor is reborn into another life, practicing unique cultivation techniques and refining pills that others cannot. Occasionally, he would offer advice to those so-called masters of pill dao, while casually recruiting a few talented disciples to follow him.“Want a cultivation technique? No problem!”“Need a pill? No problem!”“The real question is, have you hung out with me?”In this life, Mo Wangchen is destined to reach the pinnacle once more, to dominate with his pills and reverse the heavens with his martial prowess!

In front of people, she was an ordinary student who had no background and came out of the county with a playful smile on her lips.

Afterward, she was a business king who had been paving the way for prosperity in China.

Wei Sheng was accidentally reborn in the autumn of 1998 and had to face heavy school work, the cold eyes of her relatives, her parents expectations, and clear class discrimination again.

When re-entering the stage of history, how could she let everything repeat itself?

But she was sad to find that the television station had to take a break every afternoon?

There was no computer or iPad, small books were the paradise of childrens dreams.

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?