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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 · Lịch sử
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
673 Chs

Forever Only Yours

Dịch giả: Dragon Boat Translation Biên tập viên: Dragon Boat Translation

  "Is this the night market?"

 Xiao Jin nodded and held Su Ying's hand as they walked down the street.

 Two yellow lanterns hung in front of all the stalls. The illumination enveloped the entire street in a warm glow.

 "Mm-hmm. In the past, I would always sneak out of the palace to eat a particular food here. I still remember the taste even now."

 Xiao Jin led Su Ying across a small stone bridge and arrived in front of a white-haired old man.

 Before she had even gotten close, Su Ying caught a whiff of the fragrance of deep frying oil, which instantly aroused her craving.

 "Mister, are there any more taro balls?" Xiao Jin looked at the golden fried taro balls in the pan, and a look of longing showed up in his eyes.

 "Yes, five copper coins for a stick. How many do you want?" The old man might be old and his movements were not very agile, but his hands were exceptionally steady when he flipped the taro balls in the pan.