The Police Called Me For The Filing, Revealing Me, A Master - Chapter 889 - : Su Yun’s Movement on the Moon (2)

“Mr. Joseph, what are you thinking?”

“I am thinking about you.”

“You … you are full of sweet nonsense!”

Enjoy a sweet love story of fun, with a scheming, domineering yet cute male lead, and a cunning, greedy and untamed female lead

The first prodigal of the Mu family has returned from rebirth, changing the very colors of heaven and earth, rewriting the entire world.Possessing divine treasures and magical weapons, she is all-powerful. With debts of vengeance to settle and debts of gratitude to repay! Whether to walk sideways or upright, the posture is a free choice!Reborn with a divine artifact, she possesses foresight, attracting good fortune and avoiding disaster, earning her the title of the greatest diviner!The greatest diviner, with the swirling changes of the world in her palm. However, upon encountering that person, she is unable to control her own heart.“You calculate the heavens and the earth, but have you ever calculated my feelings for you?” A smile blooms on that person's handsome face, as if a deity has descended.The Mu family's prodigal son, reborn and overturning chaos. Only when he stands at the pinnacle do people realize this isn't the prodigal son, but the breathtakingly beautiful young lady! Many young talents beat their chests in regret, having missed the best opportunity to win the lady's favor.Yet that person smirks arrogantly, indulging in a tender kiss on her forehead: “Thank you for being blind to her worth, otherwise, how could I have such a beauty in my embrace?”

According to a popular legend, the famous God of War of Great Liang, Huo Wujiu, was once captured by an enemy country. He had his meridians severed and both his legs broken before he was thrown into the prison. In order to humiliate him, that incapable ruler of the country gifted him to his cutsleeve brother as a concubine.

General Huo suffered a great deal of humiliation. He laid in wait for three years before he shed his cicada skin and returned to the Great Jing. He treated his crippled legs, and three months later, he led his army to storm the enemy’s capital. He slaughtered the emperor, razed the capital, and finally beheaded that tr*sh of a cutsleeve, displaying his head on the city’s walls for the next three years.

Since then, the world has been united.

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A certain university’s history lecturer received a graduation thesis depicting the legend of Huo Wujiu, and he wrote a full page of criticism for the student.

Then he blinked, and he was transmigrated into the body of that cutsleeve prince.

There were lanterns and decorations everywhere. A man came, sending word that the disabled general of the enemy state had already entered the manor in his wedding sedan.

As he looked at the General Huo in front of him, taking in his malicious gaze, his tortured state, clad in a red wedding gown, Jiang Suizhou realised that even legends can come true.

This legend could even cause him to be beheaded in public in the future, with his head hung on the city walls for three years.

Jiang Suizhou’s only option was to take good care of General Huo.

In spite of the hidden arrows of the court’s political agendas and the incapable ruler’s endless attempts to humiliate him, he could only bite the bullet and bear the brunt of it; his only wish was that after three years, he could protect his own head.

Of course, he didn’t dare to even dream of asking this 3 meters tall “concubine” to serve him.

However, before the three years was up, General Huo’s legs recovered on their own.

He didn’t just slaughter the incapable ruler and unite the land under the heavens, but he also climbed into his own bed and pinned him down with a heated gaze, stubbornly wanting to establish his status as a concubine.

Zorian is a teenage mage of humble birth and slightly above-average skill, attending his third year of education at Cyoria’s magical academy.

He is a driven and irritable young man, consumed by a desire to ensure his own future and free himself of the influence of his family, whom he resents for favoring his brothers over him. Consequently, he has no time for pointless distractions or paying attention to other people’s problems.

As it happens, time is something he is about to get plenty of. On the eve of the Cyoria’s annual summer festival, he is killed and brought back to the beginning of the month, just before he was about to take a train to Cyoria.

Suddenly trapped in a time loop with no clear end or exit, Zorian will have to look both within and without to unravel the mystery before him. And he does have to unravel it, for the time loop hadn’t been made for his sake and dangers lurk everywhere…

Repetition is the mother of learning, but Zorian will have to first make sure he survives to try again — in a world of magic, even a time traveler isn’t safe from those who wish him ill.