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Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

When she woke up, she had transmigrated into An Jiuyue, a woman living with two young children on a mountain after her husband abandoned her. She was pushed to the ground, and now, there was a bloody wound on her head. With only a handful of rice left in the rice bag, she had relied on digging wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger every day. Her children were so often starved that they were all skin and bones. On top of that, a wicked woman threatened her to sell her son! If she refused, the woman would snatch him away forcefully. But An Jiuyue took a deep breath, revealed her sharp claws, beat the woman up, and threw her out of the house. She could show the woman she was not to be messed with! They were out of rice and vegetables now, but she was not afraid. Acquiring food using her spatial abilities was as easy as curling her fingers! Moreover, her spatial abilities were unlimited, and her medical skills did not deteriorate. She could no doubt earn money and raise her children well! As for her ex-husband… The prince, who had returned from the battlefield, smiled maliciously. "My beloved concubine, please calm down. I brought back a mountain of gold from the battlefield as a gift for you and our children."

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1811 Chs

Isn’t This Brat Asking for a Beating?

Redakteur: Atlas Studios

"Close your eyes."

Once inside the vortex, Qian Jiyun's voice sounded in her ears.

She closed her eyes obediently and could hear the sound of the wind rushing past her ears, yet she could not feel the slightest bit of movement.

However, she could sense that she could not converge with her space in this vortex. She could not even sense Wei Na.

She wanted to ask Qian Jiyun about it, but she swallowed her words when she thought there might be danger.

She decided to ask him what was going on after passing through the vortex.

However…

Before they could stabilize themselves after leaving the vortex, An Jiuyue felt a jolt. Qian Jiyun flipped in mid-air and landed on a mass of demonic energy.

"Yan Bo, it's you."

"Who is that?"

An Jiuyue opened her eyes and looked at the man standing on the demonic fog nearby. She frowned and looked at Qian Jiyun, who was still carrying her.

"An unimportant person," Qian Jiyun said softly.