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Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker!

The Miller family had a troublemaker in the family. Her name was Amelia Miller. Her mother died in childbirth when she was born. Her stepmother fell off a flight of stairs while pregnant and died. Amelia's father punished her by making her face the wall in the attic. The attic was dark and humid, and there was no sunlight at all. Nobody brought her food, and Amelia thought she might very well die there. Moments before her death, she dialed a number that her mother had told her before she passed away. After she hung up, there were rumbling sounds all around her. The Miller family's residence was surrounded by a group of bodyguards dressed in black. Eight men got out of their cars, each with a different aura. They went directly to the attic. The man who led them went down on one knee and held Amelia, unconscious, in his arms. He had a solemn expression on his face. "The Miller family needs to go bankrupt." After sleeping the entire night, Amelia woke up to find that her father was bankrupt. Her family members were all homeless. Meanwhile, she... She had eight uncles and a kind grandfather who loved her dearly. Amelia's father regretted what he did, and he was unwilling to accept his fate. So what if Amelia was living a good life now? She was still the troublemaker who got her mother killed and her father bankrupt! Little did he know, after Amelia returned to her uncle's house, their luck only seemed to improve. Even her bedridden grandmother could now get out of bed and dance in the square! Finally, a god-like man claimed to be her father. He pampered her to the point where the entire world became envious of her.

Nunu · General
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A Pair of Withered Hands

Editor: Henyee Translations

Lucas didn't believe in such things in the past. There were no ghosts or gods in this world, but now… he believed it. He had no choice but to believe it. He had seen it with his own eyes.

Amelia recited it again. This time, the wind was strong and surrounded her. William was stunned! F*ck! Impressive, awesome! He could actually learn such powerful spells?!

William immediately followed suit. However, other than the sound of insects, there was no sound of wind.

William: "…" It must be because his tone was wrong when he recited it! These nine words had a certain arrangement pattern. Every word was separated by a few seconds. If the spell took effect according to a certain arrangement pattern, then as long as he calculated the time between Amelia's words and the time she stopped, infinitely close to the time she took to recite these words, it would definitely be effective!