I Gave Up Being Stronger - Chapter 45

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Mu Jin, who has the appearance of a beautiful country and a city, has returned to the mansion, and everyone in the backyard of the fourth master is all staring at him: Here, the one who competes for favor is here!

Mu Jin is very hard-working, what are you fighting for? What a delay in farming! She didn’t want to come back, Fu Jin was deep in thought, Li Fang Fujin was aggressive, Song Gege was a smiling tiger, Geng Gege was a fake naive, she was beautiful but had a low status, no backers, and black eyes! I want to cry, I want to go back to Zhuangzi to farm!

Everyone is angry: It’s strange to believe you! You are a scheming girl, how long has it been since you came back? How many times have you ‘ran into’ with your grandfather?

Mu Jin:  …

It’s really a chance encounter! What can she do? She is also very desperate!

Fourth Master: There can be more such encounters! When I meet her, I just want to pamper her, pamper her, and give her the best of everything.

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- Description from novelbuddy

An engagement paper to lock one’s destiny. With her family facing financial difficulties, she marries into the family of the richest man in Qingzhou as his wife. Her Mother-In-Law’s doubtfulness; her husband’s childhood sweetheart; her mean elder sister-in-law; her narrow-minded younger sister-in-law… Being inferior, Sang Wan withdraws without a choice. As time passed, she ended up being lonely and died tragically.

Reborn on a sedan chair, how shall she proceed? Standing right at the cause of the tragedy when everything restarts, can she change her fate and find her beautiful melody?

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Going for a swim, she ends up in an ancient wild Beast World and ends up being brought home by a handsome wolf.

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.