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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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I Didn't Do It on Purpose

Editor: Henyee Translations

"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao?" By the time Mo Lian discovered her abnormal condition, Qiaoqiao's body had already become extremely cold to the touch. It was as if she had been encased in the coldest of ice, and even touching her skin gave a bone-piercing chill.

"Don't be scared, it'll be alright. Qiaoqiao?" Mo Lian ignited a wisp of fire spirit in his hand and injected it into Qiao Mu's body to help her stabilize her chaotic internal energy.

Qiao Mu was currently raving, "You won't be able to beat me to death, you won't be able to beat me to death."

"A whip? Why do I feel pain?"

"If I feel pain, then why am I not dying? Why haven't I died yet?"

"It hurts, it hurts, the whip, wuu…" Qiao Mu curled herself up into a ball on the brocade divan like a tiny shrimp. Meanwhile, her delicate brows had knitted together.

Mo Lian was distraught when he heard this. "Qiaoqiao, who hit you? Who?"