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My Wife is a Psychic

Jiang Xi, the warden of a mental asylum, transmigrated one day and became a girl from a farming village who had three engagements annulled and hanged herself three times. Jiang Xi: That's ridiculous!Jiang Xi was a psychic who could make predictions come true just by talking. If she claimed that someone's house would collapse, it would collapse the next day, even if it was structurally sound. In her previous life, her predictions were a little too real for her family. They were spooked by her abilities and left her at that asylum. She was unconcerned and adapted to life there like a duck to water. Though she managed to get promoted to warden after much difficulty, she suddenly transmigrated, and everything was suddenly the way it was before. She studied her leaking house and sighed to herself. Whatever. She would live life one day at a time, then.When her mother clumsily ruined the family's crops, Jiang Xi assured her: They would be fine tomorrow.Her mother wiped her tears and woke up the following day to check on the crops... only to find that the ruined sprouts were budding! During the dry season, Jiang Xi's father stared dolefully at the crops that looked like they were going to wither and die. Jiang Xi simply pursed her lips and said: There will be a downpour soon.Jiang Xi's father doubted her words. But three days later, a downpour came, and he looked just like a happy child.Everyone in the village began to call Jiang Xi a lucky star, and the village head was willing to yield his position to her so that she would lead the village to riches. Bachelors proposed to her and came to her house with generous gifts even though they used to scorn her, but a tanned, muscular man with rough facial features stood in their way before they could reach the Jiangs' house.Zhao Xiping pointed at Jiang Xi and declared loudly: My wife! Mine!

Wuxia · Integral
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370 Chs

Violent Storm

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Song Yun never thought of sending Zhao Ruifeng's body back. Because of the long distance, they could only bring Zhao Ruifeng's ashes back. They picked a nice bone ash box and asked people to prepare everything. In the end, Zhao Yingying chose to let him be cremated, as if Zhao Ruifeng's life had come in a grand manner and left in a grand manner.

"Just let Big Brother leave in peace." Zhao Yingying cried in the arms of Young Prince Ding. Her heart ached so much that she was almost unable to breathe.

Song Yun chose a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters. The people of the saintess' palace had prepared everything. On a high platform, there was a pile of firewood below. Zhao Ruifeng was lying quietly on his body, his body cold.

"No... Don't... Big brother..." In the end, Zhao Yingying could not hold back and ran toward the crematorium like crazy.

"Two men, come and capture her." Song Yun closed her eyes and felt that her eyes were a little wet.