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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 · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
3175 Chs

He's Insulting Me!

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Duan Yue abruptly turned his head to the side towards an elderly man in his sixties who was drinking tea. Each strand of his hair stood up on his head like steel needles. He had a hale and hearty gaze and possessed a strong physique. The moment he opened his mouth, his voice was as sonorous as a large bell.

Slam! The elderly man slammed his teacup underneath his palm, pulverizing it into powder in an instant.

Qiao Dongbo trembled for no reason, and his gaze slightly contracted as he mused over his bad luck. How did he provoke this difficult old bastard?

"Qiao Dongbo, how dare you yell at my good grandson!" Duan Zhenxing interrogated angrily, like an enraged male lion about to lunge over straight away to tear open Qiao Dongbo's throat.

Involuntarily stepping backwards, Qiao Dongbo smiled awkwardly at Old Master Duan. "Old Patriarch Duan, I apologize, my attitude just now was a bit aggressive."