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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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3175 Chs

"Mom, have I told you? Her secret inheritance realm was set up in the mountain behind our Qiaotou Village."

Wei Ziqin was stunned, and then she shook her head while tight-lipped. "It's probably that she wanted to be a bit closer to you even in death."

"Child, you are the connection she cannot cast aside." Wei Ziqin held her daughter's hands, closing them tightly around that half of a jade pendant.

"Believe Mom. If there were the slimmest hope, your birth mother would not have entrusted you to me." Wei Ziqin stroked her daughter's head gently as she murmured, "That's why, don't detest her, okay?"

"I don't detest her," Qiao Mu replied evenly.

Wei Ziqin's eyes brimmed with tears. "But Mom feels heartache seeing you so apathetic."