City of Witches - Chapter 433: Merry Christmas (5)

Being raised by witches wasn't the end!It was the beginning for Menma's life as he had to deal with humans that hate the witches.And also travel across different dimensions to fight against unnatural beings that threatened his family.----------------------------------------------------Author here : if you enjoy reading a fresh unique new story, give mine a go.If you like it... perfectif you don't... tell me what i can do to improve itenjoy ;)

“Want to know the meaning of life? Want to live… a real life?” The world changes when you click YES. In God’s dimension, you have to keep getting stronger, keep evolving to survive one horror movie after another. Do you kill everyone in your way to reach the end as a lone king? Or fight along with your comrades and survive through the support of friends? Everything was just for staying alive. Until you find the secret of God’s dimension. Who is the real enemy?

Qin Xiaoyao transmigrated one day, becoming the recently married wife of the Song Family, whom everyone in the village scorned for being poor and desperate.

Her mother-in-law was sick, while her uncle and aunt were very young.

Her husband was gorgeous but was bed-ridden with illness.

They all lived in a small straw hut and would survive daily on what rice and soup they could scrape together.

However, she was the very cause of their desperation.

As the youngest daughter of a butcher, her father forced this marriage on her because of her husband’s good looks and scholarly title.

She married Song Que precisely like she wished but could not bear the life of poverty and had very much dug herself a hole.

Glancing at her own round figure, she sighed.

It turns out that she was the one who was tricked instead! Female lead: A woman from the future.

Strong physically but also possess superpowers.

A sucker for good-looking men. Smart.Male lead: Reincarnated. An evil-looking man who was ruthless.

A comedy with strong lead characters.

Welcome to your new pit, dearies.

Viserys Targaryen was born with the blood of dragons and yet lived his life in exile. He was a prince with a lost kingdom and a fading legacy, an immature bastard who died a pitiful death. Unfortunately, that same death was coming for me now… as I found myself in his body right before molten gold fried my brain.Yes. Fuck Khal Drogo, and fuck the molten crown.With the memories from another life, in this world of betrayal and broken oaths, I had the chance to forge a new destiny for myself. Armed with the knowledge of the future, my own cunning, and [The Dragon System], I made the choice to flee from the Dothraki barbarians and take back what was rightfully mine.