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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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913 Chs

The Woman's Corpse

Éditeur: Dragon Boat Translation

"I'll go with you. We'll be faster with the two of us."

Mo Ruyue's finger knocked on the carriage, and a low groan came from inside.

She had already released two giant wolves from her space when the little boy wasn't paying attention. They had settled in the carriage.

If someone had the intention to steal the carriage, they would definitely receive an unexpected 'surprise'.

Gu Ying would never go against Mo Ruyue's words. With a tap of his toes, he was already like an owl spreading its wings, silently sliding into the night.

Mo Ruyue followed closely behind. She could feel the little boy's excited and surprised gaze moving between her and Gu Ying. He didn't even notice that his face had been frozen by the night wind.

After listening to the little boy's route, the two of them had already found a landing point to reach their destination. After a few jumps, the two of them stood on the trunk of an old locust tree.