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I Transmigrated Into a Novel and Became the Vicious Stepmother of Five Cute Babies

# COZY # OMNIPOTENT # CHIEFASSISTANT In her past life, Mo Ruyue was a top-notch assassin. She was as indifferent as an abyss, and had killed more people than she had fingers to count. In her new life, she became the vicious stepmother of five munchkins in a remote mountain valley, and they were terrified of her. In this life, she decided to change the way she lived. She only had four bare walls for a house? Her children starved to the point they were just skin and bones? No problem. She could kill wild boars with her bare hands, so food wasn’t an issue. She was also proficient in multiplication tables, and her kids instantly became big fans of hers. It had been a difficult journey to change from a vicious stepmother to a warm one. Then, her supposedly dead husband suddenly returned, now the first minister of the dynasty.“Let’s divorce. Give me the children, and I’ll return the money to you.” “I don’t lack anything, just you and the children.”

Wu Shuangzhou · Général
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How To Deal With The Saintess

Éditeur: Dragon Boat Translation

Western Desert.

Xin Zhao spat twice and wiped his face. The sand had already flown into his mouth.

He had been waiting for his master's return with his junior brothers.

He was thirsty and sun-drenched here, especially with the huge difference in temperature between morning and evening. He was extremely hot during the day and extremely cold at night.

"Senior Brother, will Master be fine? It had been so many days, why was Master still not back?"

"Senior Brother, we only have food and water. We don't have much left. We can't hold on for too long."

They usually ate and drank very little to preserve their strength.

Xin Zhao's expression was grave. He walked outside and looked into the distance.

However, he did not see anything.

Helpless, he returned to the temporary room.

At least it could block the wind and sand.

At this moment, he did not want to say a word.

Saying another sentence was tiring.