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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
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Leaving This Place

Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

  There was only one prison in Sky Alpha City, and it was inside the Peace-keeping Bureau.

 After Wang Furong was brought back by the people from the Peace-keeping Bureau, she was locked up in prison straightaway.

 "Big Brother, can I stay with my husband? Please let me be locked up with my husband." Wang Furong knelt in front of the deputy manager of the Peace-keeping Bureau and begged piteously.

 The deputy manager was emotionless as he got someone to lock her up directly in another cell.

 Meng Jiang, who was sitting in a corner of another cell, sprang up from the floor when he heard Wang Furong's voice.

 "Furong? Furong, is that you? Furong?"

 The prison cell was very quiet in the middle of the night. Meng Jiang's shout quickly reached Wang Furong's ears.

 When Wang Furong heard him, she got up from the ground in delight.