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Transmigration: From Dragon Princess To Pampered Granddaughter

The most cherished Little Princess of the Dragon Clan has fallen on hard times, living in an era of scarce provisions. Thankfully, she had a grandmother who doted on her as much as life itself. She drank brown sugar water every day and ate chicken eggs for every meal, making her plump and fair-skinned; she also donned new clothes for every season. All the young women and newlywed brides from miles around were envious of her naturally good fortune. However, the Little Princess had her woes: she was a dragon, and she craved meat, meat, meat!! Watch as she flexed her Dragon's Prestige — With just a glimpse at the trees, wild chickens would stiffly drop to the ground. If she stood next to the river, the fish inside would voluntarily leap onto the shore. Merely standing still, wild rabbits would run into her thigh... And as the Dragon Clan were fiercely protective of their food, she would fight anyone who dared to snatch her eats. Her fierce reputation extended far and wide, causing children in her group to take detours around her. Many people sneered: "With such a greedy, delicate and fierce character, she will definitely remain unmarried!" A certain Great Demon King who followed her said, "Marry me and become my wife. My home has endless supplies of canned beef, beef jerky, Dabai rabbit milk candy, imported chocolates, and various kinds of meat..."

Bookworm under the Moonlight · General
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Chapter 842: Pretending to be innocent

The announcer exclaimed in surprise, "Number five, who was initially in the back, has somehow moved up to the middle—it seems to be making its move! Number five was a favorite to win in previous years, but for some reason, its performance has dipped recently—could it be age, or perhaps fatigue? What has gotten into it today?"

"My God! It has overtaken numbers seven and eight! Now it's the final lap, with just it and number nine vying for first place—one, a new favorite to win, and the other, a former hero! Who will come out on top?"

As the announcer spoke, the race reached its climax.

Everyone showed expressions of astonishment; no one expected that number five would surge forward with such divine help in the last two laps and claim the championship.

In the final moment, number five crossed the finish line first.

Both the grandstands and the VIP area fell into silence.

"Number five! The champion is number five!" The announcer's voice shattered the quiet.