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Unlimited estates for rural beauty

Feng Xuxu, a 21st-century professor of agriculture and biology, was in secret the mastermind behind a five-star hotel. Running back and forth between the university and the hotel, it's no wonder she worked herself sick. One moment she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she found herself in the body of a poor village girl who had just lost her mother and then her father. Fortunately, time-travel came with a perk, the almighty space ability. After toying with some seeds, she grew thousands of acres of high-yield grains and spent her leisure time cultivating flowers. Before she knew it, she had created a landscape of thousands of acres of flowers. Munching on fruit, she ended up with thousands of acres of orchards. When she craved some greens in the wintertime, she turned around to discover greenhouses covering thousands of acres. Feng Xuxu counted on her fingers: Spring Garden, Summer Garden, Autumn Garden, Winter Garden—not one more, not one less, four in total. She nodded in satisfaction and said, “This is all one needs in life.” Meanwhile, a certain devilishly charming man approached her with a sly smile, “Little Xuxu, how do you plan to deal with me?” Feng Xuxu was in disarray amidst the wind, realizing she had forgotten about one demon yet to be tamed. In this story, both male and female leads are strong, with the male lead being physically and mentally pure and devoted.

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Chapter 288 Assassination (1)

The Demon Lord, upon hearing this, extended a finger and began to shake it, his mouth splitting into a wide grin.

"Cut the crap, how am I supposed to know how much that is?" He took a deep breath and looked at the Demon Lord with impatience.

"Double it." The words lightly spilled out from the Demon Lord's mouth.

The man in black's face changed drastically upon hearing this, going from pale to ashen to suddenly flushed, more colorful than a painter's palette.

"Heh, you really dare to make such outrageous demands. Aren't you afraid you won't live to spend it?" His eyebrows raised in frustrated amusement as his mind whirred into overdrive.

The Demon Lord merely laughed, tsking, "Whether I live to spend it is none of your concern. What matters is whether you have the silver to give."