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Her Devil Prince

[Mature content] [ Volume 1 - Transmigrated to the past for my Devil Prince ] Transmigrated to the past, Chao Xing woke up as a poor man's daughter in his home who intended to sell her for money. Soon she was sold to the palace. The prince of the palace was the object of desire for every girl in the palace despite being known as the "Devil of Death." To control the demon inside of him and prevent him from destroying the world, the devil Prince had to find the red-haired girl. "I get what I want and now I want you. My demon ignite because of you and wants to devour you." Chao Xing had two missions now she had to tame his devil and also become the most influential empress despite all the schemes in that palace. Note: ~ Story setting is in ancient China but it also has fantasy elements in it so you might see some magic and unrealistic things. ~ There is character development of FL till chap 50 after that she starts getting ruthless when her patience finally end. --------------------(---) ---------------------- Update schedule: 1 - 2 chapters a day. 100 ps = 1 bonus chapter 500 ps = 2 bonus chapters 1000 ps = 3 bonus chapters For more spoilers and information follow me on Instagram author_zoa Facebook Author zoa

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"How did you get your hands on this treasure?" She yelled out.

"It is something your kind has no existence to know,"He replied coldly as he threw the golden flame at her. The witch manoeuvred it but got burnt in her right hand.

The smell of burnt flesh filled the dungeon as wails of pain rang out.

"The sacred flame, I thought its existence was wiped out.what is this!" She screamed out as blue veins popped up in her forehead .

Wen Ting ignored her ranting as he sent a ball of golden flame at her. This time she took out a scroll, tore it and quickly disappeared. The flame hit where she last was, leaving a burnt floor and trailing dark smoke.

"I'll get back to you, this is not the end!" Her voice echoed everywhere and silence took over. Wen Ting glanced around, exhausted, he fell on his knees but supported himself with his sword.

"Brother!" A voice rang out.