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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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Disturbance (2)

Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations

He suddenly announced loudly, "I'll remind the people who have just come! There are age restrictions for the handouts. Those adults over 16 and under 55 years old, particularly people who are mystic cultivators, body cultivators, or superhumans, are not included in the scope of this handout. So do not waste time trying."

"Ah?" The woman instantly grasped her daughter's hand in a panic, whispering, "Yingchun, our ages aren't within this range, and your younger brother is a mystic cultivator too."

"Mom, don't be nervous for nothing. They're just scaring people. Look at your frail and aged appearance. Who wouldn't believe that you aren't 55?" Miss Yingchun squinted her eyes as she peered forward.

She glimpsed around a dozen enormous rice barrels piled up at the entrance of the food pantry on Xiluo Street. The rice that was heaped up into mountains inside those barrels was plump and eye-catching.