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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 · Umum
Peringkat tidak cukup
370 Chs

A Fear That Others Can't Understand

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

'Little follower... Little follower... What a familiar title...' As if countless of centuries had passed, the proud expression on Prince Ding's face quickly faded away and the noble air in his movements disappeared in an instant. Before he turned around, his tone changed and he had a smug look, "You don't understand. It's my fortune to know such a powerful person, it's my lifetime's honor. It's a good thing she's not here. If she were here, I would be so happy! I've always respected and admired her. I'll always be her little follower. Yes, that's it!" Prince Ding nodded his head vigorously, as if he was anxious to live.

Zhao Yingying's mouth was wide open as she looked at Prince Ding's different attitude.

"Your desire to live is quite strong." Song Yun laughed at him from the door.

It was as if Prince Ding had been frozen and did not dare to turn around. Who could tell him how many big shots had come?