Transmigrated to Ancient Times as a Female Prison Guard - Chapter 142: Mutiny I

The world is like a chessboard.

“I do not want to be treated as a chess piece by the players!”

Defeat in this chess is tantamount to the destruction of my body and I’ll thoroughly disappear! Victory in this chess and I’ll have a very long life!

With the help of an ancient Weiqi piece, Gu Hai arrived at the Divine Province Mainland!

Heavenly Dao is eternal, however life is limited, making heaven and earth pieces of a chessboard, then in the end transformed into a loess, vanishing like faded smoke and scattered clouds. Nevertheless people still jump out of the chessboard, and these people are already prepared for their death while playing chess against the heavens, and perhaps win eternal life for themselves?

“I’ve come, and I want to live through 10,000 lives without any boundaries!”

The enchanting and beautiful big brother’s mouth lifted up into a demonic smile, spitting out cruel and sorrowful words. “Take it out, don’t leave an intact corpse!”

The cold second brother with the icy eyes continuously bled alongside the dying and suffering man.

Their eyes were purple and enchanting. They were this world’s devils, banished by the people.

When they gained strength, they retaliated by destroying the heavens and exterminating the earth.

She was a girl who mistakenly entered another world. She’s their salvation and is the only one that must be obtained at all costs.

Overbearingly possessive and absolutely unrestrained indulgent pampering as long as she stayed by their side.

A gentle as jade man, a faint and dedicated guard.

There were those who liked it silent.

What is the type of love?

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As this world no longer needs a king, the king and his squire will have to move to the nextI will be posting this story also on wattpad and royalroad

【Nonsense】【No morals】【No routine】

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The majestic world, nine heavens and ten earths.

In a colorful world, happy cultivating immortals.

When Chu Liang opened his eyes, he found that he had become a disciple of the Shushan School, and he was carrying a strange pagoda… Since then, he has embarked on an unimaginable road.

The thirty-sixth peak rises in the morning smoke, and the dragon is returned eight thousand miles away!

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“My lord, please kill the demon!”

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