The Billionaire's Contracted Wife [English] - Chapter 274: Tanaga Is Dead!

[Vest flow, semi-invincible, Conan colleagues]

Interview with the protagonist:

Q1: What is your secret to becoming the ace shark player of the Black Organization?

Jiang Xia: “Take Conan to the target’s house for a walk.”

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Q2: What’s your secret to retrieving the treasures stolen by Kidd many times?

Jiang Xia: “His accomplice is my vest.”

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An interview with the detectives of Kexue World:

Q1: How do you view Jiangxia?

Detectives: “Except for solving the case too quickly + being unable to hold people back, there are no other shortcomings.”

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Q2: As a high school detective, why not join forces with Jiang Xia to fight against the Black Organization?

Detectives (hurriedly wave their hands): “No no no, can’t tell him that the darkness of the world is too heavy for him.”

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In the mirror of life and soul, Yanchun showed that she was the one who loved her in the opening scene, and in the end, everyone betrayed her, and her lover changed her heart.
The legendary Scorpio Lone Star, whoever is involved cannot die.
Yanchun refused to accept.
But no matter how she tried to change, everything would get worse in the end, and she was even regarded as a lunatic by her lover and relatives…
Then Yan Chun chose to give up the treatment completely.
Go to his grandmother’s ring dog, and even if she dies, she has to die in her own hands!
When robbing a man, the heroine of Destiny complained tearfully: You are just relying on a good life, and he will like you when you are near the water tower!
Yan Chun sneered: I am so blamed for being born? I’m looking at your face and it’s still according to me, why don’t you take it off and pay me back?
Former friends made things difficult, tried to kidnap Yanchun morally to force Yanchun to apologize, and incited fellow students to accuse Yanchun.
Yan Chun shook his index finger lightly: As long as I have no morals, no one can blame me.
On the edge of the cliff of life and death in the secret realm, facing the devil’s cave that requires blood sacrifices to pacify the living, it should have been Yanchun who accidentally pushed Senior Brother Zhuma down.
Yan Chun didn’t even bother to push, so he looked around and said casually, “Is there any brother who loves me?” Jump down, come back alive and I’ll marry you.
Then there really was a normally inconspicuous disciple who jumped in.
Decades later he came back alive.
Yanchun: … play, play off.
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I thought that an ant like me would never meet the star I love in my life, until one day she said, jump down, come back alive and I will marry you.
Then I climbed over the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood and touched the stars – Yin Yuchen
Good at yin and yang, old yin and yang, little junior sister vs yin prey
My current cultivation base is set: Entering the Delusion (strengthening the body), Destructing the Delusion (permanent appearance), Deviating from the Ordinary (rising 250 years old, mid-term 500 years old, peaking at 1000 years old), Cocoon Soul (you can descend at will Others are human and spiritual (share the same life with heaven and earth)
Magic cultivation settings: sharpening (invading), destroying soul (middle devil), and violent spirit (big devil) in front, middle and peak levels
The copy was written on 2021.6.27, screenshots have been taken
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Bricks and flowers are random, and lightning is self-avoiding.
Content tags: Special liking, a match made in heaven, Xianxia Cultivation, Sister and Brother Love
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- Description from novelbuddy

In the back of the forest lives Allen, the antisocial wizard. He is feared by the people around him and called the “Demon Lord”.One day, while living out his life as a hermit, he finds a young girl named Charlotte who collapsed. Although innocent, she was accused of evil wrongdoings, had her engagement broken and was forced to flee her country.Upon hearing that, Allen recalled the bitter experience of being betrayed by a party he once believed to be his companions. Hearing the story of the 17 year old’s exploitation, Allen decides, “I’ll let her live in my mansion, and I’ll teach her all sorts of bad things…”

“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.