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The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Memories surged like a tide into her head after she was reincarnated, and she found out who she was... A complete pushover. Her name was Beiting Huang, a direct descendant and third-generation descendant of the Beiting Dynasty. Her fearsome reputation stretched across all nations on the continent. She was a girl, but she was disguised as a boy for some reason. Everyone was also after her wrist... to hack it off and take the bracelet she wore, which was actually a high-level spiritual item that concealed her gender. Everyone included her own brothers. Her brothers were fighting and killing each other, tearing the dynasty apart in the process... and she happened to be caught in the crossfire. Mercy? Did the old Beiting Huang not beg before she died? Did they spare her when she did? An emotion that was not hers stirred within her body, and Beiting Huang knew it was the old Beiting Huang's grief. In her mind, she assured her: Don't worry. Since I've reincarnated in your body, I shall avenge you. Your death will not be senseless! After those words, the old Beiting Huang's emotions faded. Now, there was only one Beiting Huang. She was the underworld's king, a mercenary lord who slaughtered and plundered with the world at her feet. Reincarnated into the fearsome Beiting family as its 'useless’ ninth son, the world's riches were once again in her grasp. She cultivated impossible abilities, contracted with magical beasts, and possessed a mystical dimension. She also trampled over gods and demons as and when she liked. Cold and handsome, her very presence was proud and magnificent, causing the world to fight for her affection.

Heavenly Charm · 一般的
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1408 Chs

Ming, My Contractor

編集者: Atlas Studios

Leng Qianmo directly led Beiting Huang to the most luxurious room in the Commercial Club. He then found a gentle and beautiful maid to serve Beiting Huang. She only came over when the room was ready.

The young man was dressed in an exquisite black robe, and his face was still covered by a snow-white mask. His black grape-like eyes were as bright as the stars, and specks of light flashed within them, revealing a calmness and wisdom that did not match his age. His nose was made of ice and snow, his lips were like fragrant flowers, and his chin was exquisite. No one doubted that behind the mask was a face that was more beautiful than mountains and rivers.

"Kid, sit down!" Leng Qianmo held Beiting Huang's hand and pulled her to sit on the chairs on both sides of the coffee table. He sighed and said, "Kid, the Divine Hall of Judgement is not to be trifled with!"