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The Outcast Duchess Is A Hidden Gem

She, Xue Fanxin, a famous medical genius in the 21st century, had transmigrated into the body of the dumb daughter of the Grand Duke. As her ugliness faded away, her stunning beauty, her dazzling radiance, shocked the world like a rising phoenix. He was Ye Jiushang, the mysterious and unfathomable Ninth Imperial Uncle. He was cold, domineering, and two-faced. On a certain day, he discovered an interesting little thing out of boredom. From then on, he began his endless pursuit of his wife. This was the alliance of the strong. In this world where the strong preyed on the weak and the strong fought for power, she swore that she would never be moved easily. However, she did not expect him to strike hard and fast into her heart time and time again, along with her body. "Why did you choose me? Can't those beautiful and obedient girls satisfy you?" she demanded, pointing her sword at him. "That's right. They can't fill my lonely heart. Meanwhile, as long as I'm with you, I can overturn the world!"

Lu Yi · Fantasia
Classificações insuficientes
1540 Chs

A Little Lion Cub

Editor: Henyee Translations

Xue Fanxin rested for half an hour before setting off. After walking for five kilometers to the east, she saw three rats attacking a young cub.

The cub was covered in injuries. In a few more moments, it would become food for the three earth-burrowing rats. However, it was still resisting with all its might. Several times, it got up but lay down again because its injuries were too heavy.

The three earth-burrowing rats did not seem to be that hungry. They were not in a hurry to eat the cub. Instead, they treated it as a toy. When the little cub stood up, they would slap it down.

Xue Fanxin already knew how powerful a Rank Three demonic beast was, so she did not act rashly. She approached the scene like a hunter. She realized that the cub was getting abused. The sense of justice in her maiden heart surged.

However, if she directly faced the three rats, she did not have much chance of winning. At most, she could barely survive.