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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 · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
3175 Chs

Hand Her Over

編輯: Henyee Translations

Sikong Planet's eastern region, in a hidden manor.

No one knew that this place was actually one of Shuntian Prefecture's larger bases on Sikong Planet.

That is, until the crown prince of Northern Mo completely expunged this area with a force comparable to that of thunder.

The originally elegant courtyard had turned into a bloody mess. A hundred people from the Hidden Pavilion, who were all experts level-12 and above, had enacted a one-sided slaughter.

When it was daybreak, clusters of flames were burning indistinctly inside the manor. The thousand plus people inside the whole manor had died, all except for one last person.

The manor lord was forced to kneel before a black-clothed youth. With bloodshot eyes, he clawed at the ground until his fingers were bleeding, and he demanded furiously, "Why."

"Hand her over." That person had turned his back to him apathetically and only threw these three words at him coldly.