webnovel

Looking After a Battle God With Hundreds of Billions in Supplies

After transmigrating, Su Ying, Major General of the End Times War Troops, became a b*tch who conspired with a jerk to murder her husband. As soon as she transmigrated, she found herself stuck with two children and a handicapped husband who could end her life at any moment. Su Ying waved her hand dismissively. This was a piece of cake compared to the injuries she had dealt with on the battlefield. She had even suffered from not having food or water whilst being hunted down. This was a walk in a park. Su Ying had her own space for resources. She had meat in one hand and alcohol in the other. She'd kill every assassin who came her way. Not only was she able to heal her handicapped husband, but she also managed to raise her children well. She built a house and farmland around it. She eventually established her own civilization and empire. She was the queen of her own nation. Once her husband fully recovered, she helped him by clearing his name and getting back everything that belonged to him in Shangjing. She then tossed divorce papers on the table so that they could part ways and enjoy their own lives away from each other. He clenched his jaw. "Try getting a divorce if you dare!" Her two children wrapped their arms around her legs. "Mommy, don't you want your babies anymore?" Su Ying placed one hand on her forehead. Fine, I'll take them all!

Ting Chan · ย้อนยุค
Not enough ratings
673 Chs

It’s a Waste to Eat Too Much 

Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Of course, they didn't believe it, but the guards had already guarded every entrance. The people in front were sure that Su Ying had escaped through the entrance.

However, she was alone when she ran away and did not bring anything with her.

The warehouse guards at night said that they didn't hear any major commotion, but so much grain disappeared into thin air out of the blue. No matter how they looked at it, it was like they had encountered a ghost!

"Leader, is there a spy in the camp who is in cahoots with that woman, Su Ying, to deal with us?"

Wu Feng's thick eyebrows were knitted so tightly that they formed a Roman numeral III. It was almost the end of December. Without the grain, they would not be able to live with peace of mind.

"That's the most likely possibility." Otherwise, he really couldn't figure out how Su Ying had managed to make the grain disappear all by herself.