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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
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
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How Far Is the Star?

Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations

"Why didn't you mention it earlier?"

When she regained her composure, she found Mo Lian cradling her in his arms, her head nestled against his fair neck.

Qiao Mu gave him a puzzled look.

She genuinely didn't know what he expected her to say!

"Your memory is quite poor." Mo Lian reached out and lightly tapped her head. "Take a closer look at me. What do you perceive?"

"An angry expression," Miss Qiao replied candidly.

Despite his considerable handsomeness, he remained expressionless. It was clear that beneath his composed exterior lay a heart seething with anger.

"That's not it."

"Concerned?" Qiao Mu attempted to voice these two words. She then raised her hand to support her forehead and closed her eyes. "Dizzy… my head…"

Without another word, Mo Lian picked her up and moved slowly toward the nearby brocade couch.

"Do you see anything?"