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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
1820 Chs

Too Shady

Editor: Atlas Studios

"I'm also thinking about the safety of the people at the protected grounds. What if someone looks at his face, gasps in laughter, and is caught off guard and injured by a demonic beast? We should let him stay in the camp to cultivate."

Upon hearing that, Qian Jiyun sighed and looked at Gong Cheng's hilarious face.

"This face is indeed eye-catching."

After making this remark seriously, he recalled Gong Cheng's half-baked martial arts.

"Then stay in the camp. Don't go out for the time being. Cultivate well for half a month. I want to see the results of your cultivation in half a month!"

Gong Cheng felt as if a mouthful of blood had choked him.

How can he say that about me? Is it my fault that the Color-Painting Bird spat all over me? It's clearly the bird's fault!

But now, instead of sympathizing with me, he actually laughed at me!