Đầu Tim Thịt
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Complete, First published Mar 08, 2024
Đầu Tim Thịt

Tác giả: Cố Ngữ Chi

Converter: ❄TieuQuyen28❄

Thập Cửu là Sở Trục nhặt về bé gái mồ côi, cũng là hắn giết người vũ khí.

	Nàng yêu hắn, vì hắn xuất sinh nhập tử không hề có lời oán hận, cuối cùng lại bị hắn sai người đào tâm, cho hắn yêu nhất nữ nhân làm thuốc dẫn.

	Trọng sinh sau, nàng không muốn giẫm lên vết xe đổ, chỉ tưởng cách Sở Trục càng xa càng tốt. . .

	Lại không nghĩ rằng, kiếp trước đối nàng vứt bỏ như giày cũ Nhiếp chính vương, hiện giờ lại đối nàng ta cần ta cứ lấy, đem nàng xem như trân bảo.

	*

	Thập Cửu ở bên cạnh hắn mấy năm, Sở Trục sớm thành thói quen sự tồn tại của nàng.

	Nàng trầm mặc ít lời chưa từng vượt ranh giới, là một phen dùng tốt kiếm.

	Hắn cũng vẫn cho là, chính mình chỉ là đem nàng trở thành vũ khí mà thôi.

	Nhưng là, làm nàng chết ở trước mặt hắn thì hắn mới biết được, ruột gan đứt từng khúc tư vị.

	Một khi trọng sinh, hắn đúng là một khắc cũng không dám na khai mục quang, sợ đây chỉ là một tràng mộng đẹp.

	"Thập Cửu, lại đây."

	Đời này, hắn muốn đem tất cả cô phụ đều hoàn trả, tất cả thua thiệt đều lấp đầy.

	Nhưng mà, đương hắn thật cẩn thận đem nàng nâng ở lòng bàn tay thì nàng lại trăm phương nghìn kế gả cho nam nhân khác.

	Giờ khắc này, cao cao tại thượng Nhiếp chính vương rốt cuộc cũng hiểu được, một trái tim chân thành bị hung hăng ném xuống đất đạp cái nát nhừ, đến cùng là cái gì tư vị.

	"Vương gia, thả ta tự do đi."

	"Làm, mộng." Hắn nghiến răng nghiến lợi, "Đó là lại chết một lần, ta như trước sẽ trọng sinh trở về
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