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My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

A genius talisman practitioner is reborn as a seven-year-old girl! However, her innocent appearance belies her vicious personality. In the remote countryside, the Crown Prince runs into her, beating up her enemy. She is indifferent, but it’s love at first sight for the Crown Prince! “Not good, Your Highness the Crown Prince, Her Highness the Crown Prince Consort used an immobilization talisman on His Majesty the Emperor, and His Majesty is currently eating dirt in the main hall.” “Isn’t that normal? Who told that dog emperor to provoke my wife? I say it’s a job well done! Pour a bucket of ice water on him to cool him down!” “Your Highness the Crown Prince, it’s really not good this time! The great Crown Prince Consort threw out three explosion talismans and destroyed Noble Consort Zheng and her house!” A certain crown prince laughed madly. “Job well done! She’s truly my wife; she’s as awesome as always!” “Crown Prince, Crown Prince, it’s seriously bad this time! A beautiful man appeared in the great Crown Prince Consort’s room!” You got cuckolded again! The crown prince harshly picked up the handsome man half laying on her bed. “Who are you?” A certain consort replied with a stoic face. “I drew a deity-inviting talisman and summoned a venerable immortal of love.” “Get lost as soon as you finish fighting!” “Oh, sorry, it's easier to invite the devil in than to send him away!” I’m not leaving! Embark on this adventure of a little stoic who just wants to grow stronger and protect her family but unwittingly ends up with a merry company of troublemakers. A riveting cocktail of cultivation, zombies, and sci-fic!

Zi Yunxi · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
3175 Chs

Beautiful Women Suffer Unhappy Fates

Editor: Henyee Translations

"You don't know how to appreciate a favor! This is His Excellency the Cult Master! Hurry over and wait upon him!" Zheng Cao berated with a frigid expression, turning to smile obsequiously at that cult master afterwards. "Please do not mind, Cult Master."

The cult master indifferently looked up at the doorway where Miss Ran stood.

She was an 18 to 19-year-old young lady. Unlike the other gorgeously dressed females in this parlor, she dressed tidily in simple colors.

Her light-colored robe was unlike the other courtesans' that exposed their fair and slender thighs.

This Miss Ran covered herself up very modestly.

Her eyes weren't all that pretty, but when combined with her other facial features, they exuded an attractive charm.

It seemed this Miss Ran possessed a different kind of proud and graceful bearing.