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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 · Fantasía
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Editor: Henyee Translations

Therefore, they were genuinely shocked. At this moment, everyone regarded the little girl with disapproval.

This seemed too daring!

How could she be so audacious?

Wasn't she afraid that this white entity would open its eyes and engulf her small hand?

Contrary to everyone's concerns, Qiao Mu didn't believe this peculiar white entity would launch any attacks on her.

In fact, after her small hand reached out to caress it, she could still sense the sapling's jubilant mood.

The little stoic pursed her lips and glanced at the treant Qiuqiu, who was still lying on the ground, embracing her thigh. "Get up."

"Masta, Masta, Qiuqiu feels that Qiuqiu can still be saved! Masta, save Qiuqiu, save Qiuqiu!"

The little stoic chuckled ironically. "Since you created it yourself, you have to take good care of it in the future."

Qiuqiu stared at its little Masta, utterly flabbergasted.