Tsuki ga Michibiku Isekai Douchuu - Chapter 436: The Wind of War

This is a story of a sicko and vicious tongue male lead pampering and obsession over his little wife.

Once she crossed over in a novel, she became a hateful cannon fodder to marry the Seven Lord of Gu family. It’s rumored that the Seven Lord of Gu family has a Buddha’s mouth but a vipe’s heart, unpredictable temperament, and very superd of making human skin as painting fan.

The most terrible thing is that is man is the white lotus female lead head over heels’s crush. The biggest demon in the book, the kind that the male lead must admit when sees him.

This… this this this, isn’t it like forcibly pushing her to the Yellow Spring road?

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At night, she straddled the wall and watched the Seven Lord, who was smiling faintly under the wall, she could not help but swallowed in fear.

“Seven, Seven Lord….”

“Huh?” Gu Zifu lightly nodded and sat next to her. He raised his hand to touch her face: “Qing Qing, where are you going this late in the night?”

Su Qing was flustered. The water mist covering eyes and her voice was like a thin silk: “I come out look, look at the moon….”

“Moon?” Seven Lord chuckled, “Does it look better than me?”

Su Qing counseled, and quickly shook her head as she looks at him.

Gu Zifu laughed lightly. He hook her chin looking at that delicate lips and said: “Be good.”

——Be good, I’ll give it to you whatever you want.

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“Mr. Qi Lin, may I ask how you thought about joining the entertainment circle from a sports student?”

“Uh, I said that I was there to deliver lunch boxes, do you believe me?”

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For eighteen long years, Jon fought a relentless battle against a terminal illness, confined to a hospital bed and in the constant shadow of death. However, fate had much bigger plans for him.The destiny of a God-Emperor promised by ancient and mysterious prophecies.Chosen as the Messiah by an Omnipotent and Omniscient God, Jon is thrown into a world on the brink of a devastating war, where his decisions will determine whether humanity perishes or has the chance to continue existing.Facing the terrible army of the undead and raised as a bastard in Winterfell despite his noble origins, Jon must quickly strengthen himself for the final battle that will decide the fate of civilization.But his path to the Iron Throne is full of challenges: as well as defeating supernatural enemies, he will have to face a treacherous politics, where kind words hide dark and deadly intentions.The fate of all human civilization rests on his shoulders.(Elements of Game Of Thrones/Dune/Warhammer)*Harem: Three wives and a mistress*Netorare or Netori: Absolutely NOT*Yuri: No.*R-18: Yes.*Gore: Yes.The Chronicles of Ice and Fire.

I seem to have reincarnated in the world of an r-rated romance fantasy novel. And not just as an ordinary character, but as the witch who loses her life to the crazy male lead!

Luckily there is a long 200 years until the main characters are born and grow into their roles.

Now that my life is not in imminent danger, shall we leisurely think of ways to avoid death?

However, I had not taken notice of a very important detail about the time I’d be spending ‘safe from imminent danger’. 200 years was by no means a short waiting period and by the time the younger version of the male lead appeared in front of me , I had completely forgotten the original novel’s plot!

Oh, whatever, now that it’s come to this, the only way to survive is to raise the male lead into a sane and stable adult! The first step to avoiding death by the hands of the tyrant male lead is changing this extremely frightened child’s life.

“It must be very inconvenient for you to have me suddenly show up on your doorstep, I’m sorry. You can tell me to go away, I’ll be fine.”

“Nonsense. Do I look like someone who could be inconvenienced by a little boy like you? Also, what do you mean by you’ll be fine even if told to go away? It’s not like you have anywhere to go back to, kid.”

The little boy burst into tears.

‘Oh, this is so not it.’ Was what the witch thought to herself as the little boy sobbed