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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
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3175 Chs

Reconciling

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

"Your coming-of-age hairpin ceremony is in three months, right." He had changed the subject too quickly, and Darling Qiao couldn't react quickly enough.

She gave a low "mhm," her cheeks still puffed out while in his embrace.

"Actually, I'm not angry at you." Mo Lian lifted up her small face. He closed in on her forehead and nuzzled gently. "I'm angry at myself for not protecting you well."

"You don't know how agonizing and regretful I felt when I saw those withered vines and snapped branches on the snowy peaks…" He murmured next to her ear, "But this is all in the past now. I don't want to know anything nor do I want to think about anything more. I just want you to stay by my side. From this moment on, don't leave me."

Qiao Mu actually didn't want to argue with him, but when she saw him wearing a mask of gentleness earlier, she felt irked for some reason.