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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 · Fantasie
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Let's Fight Then

Redakteur: Henyee Translations

The muscles underneath the old Daoist's robe bulged as he instantaneously mustered up his level-15 cultivation and discharged mystic energy.

This discharge ended up colliding with the snowflakes that Qiao Mu had shot over.

Instantly, several slicing sounds were heard, and the old Daoist's eyes bulged in disbelief as he looked at his slashed robe. Not to mention…

The snowflakes had also cleanly lacerated his two arms through the robe, and they were bleeding.

Upon exchanging blows, a small level-12 mystic cultivator injured him?

Qiao Mu didn't speak a word. Her battle approach was that she absolutely wouldn't waste a single breath on you once the fight began.

She flicked her fingers, and the dozen advanced-level attack talismans she was guiding flew over head-on, simultaneously bombarding the old Daoist's face as if they didn't cost anything.