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My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

A genius talisman practitioner is reborn as a seven-year-old girl! However, her innocent appearance belies her vicious personality. In the remote countryside, the Crown Prince runs into her, beating up her enemy. She is indifferent, but it’s love at first sight for the Crown Prince! “Not good, Your Highness the Crown Prince, Her Highness the Crown Prince Consort used an immobilization talisman on His Majesty the Emperor, and His Majesty is currently eating dirt in the main hall.” “Isn’t that normal? Who told that dog emperor to provoke my wife? I say it’s a job well done! Pour a bucket of ice water on him to cool him down!” “Your Highness the Crown Prince, it’s really not good this time! The great Crown Prince Consort threw out three explosion talismans and destroyed Noble Consort Zheng and her house!” A certain crown prince laughed madly. “Job well done! She’s truly my wife; she’s as awesome as always!” “Crown Prince, Crown Prince, it’s seriously bad this time! A beautiful man appeared in the great Crown Prince Consort’s room!” You got cuckolded again! The crown prince harshly picked up the handsome man half laying on her bed. “Who are you?” A certain consort replied with a stoic face. “I drew a deity-inviting talisman and summoned a venerable immortal of love.” “Get lost as soon as you finish fighting!” “Oh, sorry, it's easier to invite the devil in than to send him away!” I’m not leaving! Embark on this adventure of a little stoic who just wants to grow stronger and protect her family but unwittingly ends up with a merry company of troublemakers. A riveting cocktail of cultivation, zombies, and sci-fic!

Zi Yunxi · แฟนตาซี
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Accept It in Resignation

Editor: Henyee Translations

…Qiao Mu looked on helplessly as the book of mystic technique enveloped in dense mystic energy that she chose brushed past her hand with a swish and hurled away.

Wahhh…

'My mystic technique, don't go! My mystic technique!'

Qiao Mu waved her hand and slapped that lousy book away. In this zero gravity air, she tried her best to wiggle her limbs and urgently chased after the book.

However, in the next second…

A crisp "slap" was heard. That d*mn lousy book slammed recklessly onto her head again.

Qiao Mu was utterly livid!

What the heck was this lousy book doing?

Other mystic techniques were exquisitely and perfectly packaged inside mystic energy and floating inside this space, invoking pleasure in its onlookers.

But it?! There was neither appeal nor mystic energy to it! It was tattered and frayed, looking like it would fall apart at any moment. It also once, twice—d*mn it, thrice—slapped against her head!