My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Rachel subconsciously glanced at her wrist, and there was actually a string of Buddhist beads.

This string of Buddhist beads, made of best wood, has a faint fragrance.

Rachel had heard Jayla talk about this string of Buddha beads.

When Sethaden was very young, he had a serious illness and Kieran and Freya gained a string of Buddhist bead from a highly cultivated monk.

The monk said that if the Buddha's pearls were kept on his person, he would be assured of a long life of peace.

Rachel's eyes could not restrain the wetness of her eyes. Her man put his most precious on her hand.

She really loved him! Rachel knew that he had given her this string of Buddhist beads because of what had happened today, and he was afraid that she would be hurt and wanted this string of Buddhist beads to protect her.

In fact, Rachel would prefer that this string of Buddhist beads could protect him well.

However, she knew exactly how stubborn he was, and what he had given away, he would certainly not want to take back.

So she quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and joyfully accepted the string of Buddhist beads.

She raised her hand with the sweetest smile on her face, "Sethaden, this string of Buddha beads is so pretty! | love it so much! For giving me such a beautiful string of beads, | want to give you a good kiss!" "You and | will never leave each other for the rest of our lives ......" Rachel's voice was already sweet, and when she hummed song, she carried a seductive energy all over her body, making Sethaden no longer care about the fact that it was still daylight, he only wanted to ruthlessly press her under his body and toss and turn wildly ......

The eighth day of October is suitable for marriage.

Big red lanterns fluttered in the streets, and bright red flower petals, falling from the air like a rain of petals.

Although Sethaden had already been a real couple with her for a long time, today they were getting married, and as calm and indifferent as he was, he was still so excited that he could hardly contain himself.

Early in the morning, dressed in a big red wedding robe, he rode a horse to get his beloved girl.

Sethaden's face is one of the best in the world. Today, his face has lost its usual coldness, and there is joy in his eyes, and that posture has made countless young girls swoon.

Originally, everyone gathered in the street early in the morning to see how grand the general's wedding was, but in the end, everyone's eyes, in unison, fell on Sethaden's face.

He was indeed handsome No wonder everyone says that it would be lucky to marry Sethaden.

They wonder how good a girl it is to fall into the eyes of this flamboyant young man.

Everyone began to envy the new bride today and couldn't wait to see her in all her glory.

Unfortunately, the red cover on the bride's head covered her face so tightly that they could not see whether the new bride was beautiful or ugly.

From the beginning to the end, Sethaden clutched Rachel's hand tightly.

The joy on Sethaden's face was even brighter than the daylight on the sky. He clutched Rachel's hand and was about to carry her back to their room, but the cold light of a knife suddenly flashed in his eyes.

In the next second, a sharpened dagger had viciously stabbed him in the heart.

It all happened so suddenly, plus Sethaden couldn't even believe that Rachel would kill him, he didn't have the slightest defense.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!" The voice, like a ghost, kept haunting Rachel's ears and eventually took complete control of her mind as she violently pulled out the dagger, the black blood raging out of his heart and splashing down on the ground.

Sethaden stiffened and lowered his face as he stared incredulously at his heart.

Then, he raised his face slowly, staring at Rachel with a shocked and pained expression.

When she smiled, she was sweet, but when she didn't smile, she had a cold, frosty coolness to her face.

She looked at Sethaden with an expressionless face, as if she was looking at a stranger.

"Rachel ......" As soon as Sethaden opened his mouth, he spurted out a large mouthful of black blood, he knew that the dagger in her hand had already stabbed into his heart, at this point he would look foolish if he asked her, but he still couldn't help but open his mouth and ask, "Why?" "If you wanted to kill me, why did you save me in the first place?!" "If I had killed you at Feng Ming Valley, how could I have gotten your marching map!" Sethaden felt his heart was instantly cold. It turned out that she approached him, only to get the marching map.

The only thing stabbed in Sethaden's heart was a dagger, but at this moment, he felt like a million arrows were piercing his heart.

Sethaden's lean and sturdy body staggered slightly, his lips,already blackened, but he still asked that most ridiculous question ever, "Rachel, in these three months, have you ever, for one minute, loved me?" "Sethaden, | am from Pingliang." Rachel spoke expressionlessly, "If it wasn't for gaining your trust and getting the marching map, why would | have to condemn myself to be disgusted by you!" "Sethaden, every time you touch me, | have to be sick for many days!" "You are disgusting!" It turned out that he had never been her love, and from the beginning, he had only made her feel sick.

A large mouthful of dark black blood spurted out of Sethaden's mouth, he could no longer control it and his body fell violently to the ground.

"General!" "Jaden!" "Brother!" Countless voices rang out in the air in an instant, the sound of swords being drawn resounded through the clouds. Sethaden's consciousness already muddled, but he still held on and used his last breath to speak.

"Let her go!" After saying this, Sethaden's eyelids stiffened and closed, he could no longer see his girl who was so dear to his heart.

The modern-day Sethaden, after a month in a coma, wakes up from his bed with a start.

The stabbing pain in his heart is still there, but he is no longer the Great General of Hussar of the Great Wei Dynasty. The scene in his dream, the shadows of swords and knives, the lingering love and the broken heart, is a dream, and also, his last life.

He fell in love with a girl full of joy.

And she killed him.

That was his last life full of sores.