Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood - Chapter 6 - Blackwind Stockade, Ninth Steward_1

As soon as Li Siwen opened her eyes, she found that she had traveled to an era when she couldn’t get enough food and clothing, and she was also facing a man who was about to break off the marriage.

Li Siwenle’s divorce, a half-hearted man is not worthy of him.

Although she was depressed looking at this impoverished home, the family members who loved each other warmed her heart.

The key is that she found out that she has supernatural powers, what’s the matter with her power like a cow, and what is the big supermarket in that bracelet? The rice, noodles and meat inside are complete.

The nephews and nieces are hungry, thin and weak, so give them something delicious and delicious to replenish their bodies.

Who else dares to bully their own family, let’s first weigh whether they have the strength to say it!

Shao Qixuan was reborn. He was arrogant and arrogant in his previous life.

In the end, not only was a huge amount of property taken away, but he also contracted an unknown disease at a young age. Everyone avoided it, but the girl who was divorced by himself took care of him for the last time.

In this life, you must keep your eyes open and pamper her.

This article is empty, the heroine is short-tempered, and she will never procrastinate if she has revenge!

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Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water.

She paused in front of her kitchen’s window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion’s garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening.

Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body.

A DEAD BODY!

Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, ”What are you doing?!“

Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here.

“Gardening.”

“And the body?!”she looked at him in disbelief.

“Fertilizer,” he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?!

She then heard him ask her, “Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?” he gave her a sweet smile.

Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~

Rebirth in 2009, but this rebirth posture seems a bit wrong.

In this life, the family is wealthy, Wang Ye is addicted to the Internet, and can stay up all night the day before the college entrance examination.

Helpless, Father Wang decided to send Wang Ye to serve as a soldier in the army to quit Internet addiction.

two years later…

When Dad Wang made a video call with his son and was about to ask him when he would be discharged from the army and come back to inherit the family business.

Wang Ye, who was dressed in the uniform of an officer, directly surprised Father Wang.

“Dad, I’m going to be a general in the army all the time, so what, in terms of family business, why don’t you and mom consider having another one?”

……

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In a realm where even the faintest shadows whisper untold tales, I came to realize that the forgotten often hold the most powerful narratives.As an avid admirer of the world's most beloved series, I never imagined that one night's rest would pull me into its very fabric.“Why on earth am I stuck in this world? And why, of all people, am I him?”I had become Arthur Nightingale—Class A’s most unremarkable student. A magic swordsman barely worthy of mention, ranked 8th among the first-years. A mere footnote in the grand story.Still, with this body’s abilities and my own insider knowledge, I figured I could carve out a peaceful life. Or so I believed.“This was the only way,” the voice repeated, resolute. “The only way to stop her.”Little did I know how truly unique Arthur Nightingale was—or the path this journey would force me to take...