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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."

Slightly Attractive · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
1874 Chs

He Must Have Grown Up Watching Too Many Plays

Editor: Atlas Studios

"You can't risk your body just to get your brother-in-law's approval!"

Qian Jiyun glanced at him indifferently.

He could not bear to look at this ignorant fellow. He wanted to slap him away even more.

Would he have allowed himself to be injured if he could have pulled An Zhiyi away easily?

It was too late by the time he realized what had happened. A few black vines had attacked An Zhiyi at the same time. He slashed three but could not dodge the last one, so he could only use his body to block it.

"No one will think you're mute if you don't speak."

"I…" Fu Ming felt a little indignant, but he had nothing to say.

Second Brother is already injured. I can't say anything to anger him, right?

Forget it. I'll let Second Brother continue his ruse of self-injury. If he can win over An Zhiyi, it'll be considered a great success. What does a little injury matter?

"I'm not talking to you anymore."