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Farm Girl's Manor

[Farming]+[Space]+[Heartwarming]+[Prosperity]+[Defeating Scum] Mo Yan, reduced to ashes by an explosion, was reborn in ancient times, becoming a little farm girl on the run from famine! Above her, a kind and handsome Scholar father - not bad! Below her, a lively and adorable pair of younger siblings - very good! But really, she felt like dying all over again, you know? On the run, going without food, drink, or shelter was one thing, but to always guard against bad guys who might capture her to fill their bellies was another! Luckily, her upgradable Space from the previous life followed her, but what the heck - that amazing Space with mountains, water, and meat to eat had been formatted! Faced with a desperate situation, Mo Yan reignited her fighting spirit: So what if it's formatted, I'll still make a fortune and build my wealth right at the foot of the Imperial City! Carving out mountains, planting orchards, buying shops, building houses... not one less! But... there are so many green-eyed troublemakers! Your farm is yours? Here, I'll trap you to death without discussion! Want to be my stepmom? Fine, I'll send you a bunch of widowers! Mother looking for you? Here, take the divorce papers, keep them, don't thank me! ... What? A handsome man is proposing? Uh, this... should I throw myself at him? PS: 1. Insist on farming without wavering + atypical domestic skirmish + no palace intrigue 2. The writing style is fairly serious, and values are normal (not excluding the occasional whimsy of the author) Links to completed works: [Abandoned Farm Girl: A Beautiful Countryside] Link: http://read.xxsy.net/info/527965.html [The General's Legitimate Daughter Not to be Messed With] Link: http://read.xxsy.net/info/473776.html

Dusk is cold · 歴史
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1414 Chs

Chapter 618: The Mighty Red Python (3)_1

Xiao Ruiyuan came to a halt, his sharp eyes vigilantly scanning ahead as his right hand had already tightly grasped the Sharp Sword at his waist.

The Dark guards had drawn their blades too, ready to plunge them into the necks of their enemies at a moment's notice, staining them with the most vibrant yet most sinister color in the world.

There was silence all around, not even the sound of the wind could be heard. The pitch-black night was like the gaping maw of a monstrous beast, greedily eager to devour any prey that came knocking at its door.

Unfamiliar dangers were about to approach, and Mo Yan clenched her hands with a trace of nervousness, daring not make a sound. The Golden Beast below detected her unease, turned its massive head and nuzzled her leg as if to comfort her.