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Looking After a Battle God With Hundreds of Billions in Supplies

After transmigrating, Su Ying, Major General of the End Times War Troops, became a b*tch who conspired with a jerk to murder her husband. As soon as she transmigrated, she found herself stuck with two children and a handicapped husband who could end her life at any moment. Su Ying waved her hand dismissively. This was a piece of cake compared to the injuries she had dealt with on the battlefield. She had even suffered from not having food or water whilst being hunted down. This was a walk in a park. Su Ying had her own space for resources. She had meat in one hand and alcohol in the other. She'd kill every assassin who came her way. Not only was she able to heal her handicapped husband, but she also managed to raise her children well. She built a house and farmland around it. She eventually established her own civilization and empire. She was the queen of her own nation. Once her husband fully recovered, she helped him by clearing his name and getting back everything that belonged to him in Shangjing. She then tossed divorce papers on the table so that they could part ways and enjoy their own lives away from each other. He clenched his jaw. "Try getting a divorce if you dare!" Her two children wrapped their arms around her legs. "Mommy, don't you want your babies anymore?" Su Ying placed one hand on her forehead. Fine, I'll take them all!

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673 Chs

Still Had Feelings for Him

Redakteur: Dragon Boat Translation

On the day Xiao Jue was scheduled to be executed, Su Ying asked Bai Shuang to book a private room at the best spot near the execution viewing platform.

Early in the morning, she dumped the two children with Xiao Jin and left the residence.

Su Ying felt that she was still a person who liked to be in touch with the sentiments on the ground. In particular, when she saw the officials escorting Xiao Jue in the prison carriage passing by, this kind of spectacle made her especially excited.

She was sitting by the window, holding a handful of freshly roasted melon seeds in her hand. Wisps of steam were rising from the melon seeds, and coupled with Xiao Jue's glum face, Su Ying felt that the melon seeds in her mouth tasted even more fragrant.