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Unlimited estates for rural beauty

Feng Xuxu, a 21st-century professor of agriculture and biology, was in secret the mastermind behind a five-star hotel. Running back and forth between the university and the hotel, it's no wonder she worked herself sick. One moment she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she found herself in the body of a poor village girl who had just lost her mother and then her father. Fortunately, time-travel came with a perk, the almighty space ability. After toying with some seeds, she grew thousands of acres of high-yield grains and spent her leisure time cultivating flowers. Before she knew it, she had created a landscape of thousands of acres of flowers. Munching on fruit, she ended up with thousands of acres of orchards. When she craved some greens in the wintertime, she turned around to discover greenhouses covering thousands of acres. Feng Xuxu counted on her fingers: Spring Garden, Summer Garden, Autumn Garden, Winter Garden—not one more, not one less, four in total. She nodded in satisfaction and said, “This is all one needs in life.” Meanwhile, a certain devilishly charming man approached her with a sly smile, “Little Xuxu, how do you plan to deal with me?” Feng Xuxu was in disarray amidst the wind, realizing she had forgotten about one demon yet to be tamed. In this story, both male and female leads are strong, with the male lead being physically and mentally pure and devoted.

Yilan · ย้อนยุค
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Chapter 473: The Changeable Yueyue (1)

Yueyue pouted and stepped aside, her eyes filled with grievance as she looked at her older brother.

Qiqi finally regained his calm, withdrew his gaze from his sister, and turned to look at Huo Yaotian, tied up tightly on the ground, "I'll count to three, and if you still won't talk, I promise the broadsword in my hand will show no mercy."

Huo Yaotian, though doubtful that a child could kill him, felt a sudden surge of panic at the resolute look in the boy's eyes. As Qiqi's young voice slowly counted "one", "two", Huo Yaotian's heart struggled immensely. But as the blade at his neck once again nicked his skin, sending sharp pain to his brain, he realized this was not a bluff. So, when Qiqi shouted "three", he blurted out, "In the cave on the back mountain."

Qiqi observed Huo Yaotian's forehead, soaked in sweat, dripping slowly down his already wet hair—a drop, then another, until the ground beneath was wet.