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Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

When she woke up, she had transmigrated into An Jiuyue, a woman living with two young children on a mountain after her husband abandoned her. She was pushed to the ground, and now, there was a bloody wound on her head. With only a handful of rice left in the rice bag, she had relied on digging wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger every day. Her children were so often starved that they were all skin and bones. On top of that, a wicked woman threatened her to sell her son! If she refused, the woman would snatch him away forcefully. But An Jiuyue took a deep breath, revealed her sharp claws, beat the woman up, and threw her out of the house. She could show the woman she was not to be messed with! They were out of rice and vegetables now, but she was not afraid. Acquiring food using her spatial abilities was as easy as curling her fingers! Moreover, her spatial abilities were unlimited, and her medical skills did not deteriorate. She could no doubt earn money and raise her children well! As for her ex-husband… The prince, who had returned from the battlefield, smiled maliciously. "My beloved concubine, please calm down. I brought back a mountain of gold from the battlefield as a gift for you and our children."

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1820 Chs

Didn’t Say They Didn’t Deserve to Die

Editor: Atlas Studios

There were already sounds of fighting outside Jun Lin Hall. Hundreds of sacrificial warriors attacked Jun Lin Hall from different directions. Fortunately, Mo Aotian had been on guard and had devised a countermeasure.

If the people from Jun Lin Hall fought against the sacrificial warriors, they would die.

Although the sacrificial warriors had human features, could breathe, and felt pain, none of them were afraid of dying. They could not speak and had been immersed in poison since they were young.

They were immune to common poisons and were more difficult to kill with swords than ordinary people.

However, the people from Jun Lin Hall were still superior to them. Half of the sacrificial warriors had died in less than half an hour.

Qian Jiyun stood on the roof with An Jiuyue and looked at the brightly lit surroundings.