MTL - Ask Immortal Way - Chapter 1617 Who is the praying mantis and who is the oriole?

Qin Mei accidentally transmigrated to the 1970s. The original owner of the body was also named Qin Mei. She wasn't in an arranged marriage without choice, but rather coveted Jie Jingchen. Having heard from somewhere that he was going to marry a primary school teacher, she decided to strike first, creating a fait accompli and forcing him to marry her.Her methods were despicable, but they were effective.The original owner was a massive troublemaker; at only eighteen, she had already become a widow, branded as a husband-jinx.The 'Chong Xi' marriage failed, sending the person on their deathbed to their grave, and she was nailed to the village's pillar of shame....She has none of the original owner's memories. As someone from the 21st century, how is she supposed to survive in the 1970s?Fortunately, the original owner found her a husband before she died. She'll cling to his thigh, live off him, curry favor with her parents-in-law, dominate her sisters-in-law, tear apart the “green tea bitches,” help her eldest sister-in-law, kick her brother-in-law, encourage her disabled younger sister-in-law, and ride the spring winds of reform to get rich....“Why isn't Sister-in-law here to take care of you yet?”Jie Jingchen's mouth twitched. He looked at the busy figure by the next sickbed; his wife was taking care of another man.“Are you sure he's your husband?” Jie Jingchen couldn't help but ask.“Are you kidding? Would I mistake my own husband?” Qin Mei glared at him.Not until the man's wife arrived and she was beaten up for being the “other woman,” did Qin Mei become completely bewildered. After taking meticulous care of him for a week, who on earth had she been taking care of?...Under a tree, the neighbors sat together chatting.“So-and-so's daughter-in-law died from drinking pesticide.”“Why drink the pesticide herself? Why not give it to her in-laws? If you're not afraid of dying, why would you be afraid of poisoning their whole family? If it were me, I'd definitely drag their whole family down with me to be buried together. That way, I wouldn't be lonely on the Yellow Springs Road.” Qin Mei couldn't help but chime in.“...” Everyone was speechless.This conversation... made all the in-laws tremble in fear.

The young lady who was born in the Tang family and was sent to the Taoist temple for five years was brought back.

Everyone had their own thoughts and planned to welcome the tender, sickly and weak girl, but they did not want to see a bright little bald head.

He also followed them like a small tail all day long, saying that they were dying soon.

In this regard, the Tang family resisted at first, even if it is not cute and soft, it should not be a nonsense little magic stick!

Later, when she saw that the little girl was about to take action after turning the bad guy’s shame into anger, the crowd exclaimed, she held a small whisk in one hand and a small pink fist in the other to “convince people with virtue” for them.

The Tang family who gradually eat soft rice: Really fragrant!

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The wealthy Rong family has been inherited for a hundred years. It is rumored that there is a noble young master in this Fangshen mansion. He is dressed in Tang suit and has Buddhist beads around his wrists. Everyone is afraid.

One day, on the reclining chair under the pear tree in the courtyard, a pile of plush yarn was placed on the lap of the boy who had always been calm and intelligent.

The guards wondered, this little young master did not touch the spring water with his ten fingers.

Just listen to this gentle question: I’ve been thinking about it, or a plush hat to keep warm, do you think the pink one looks good today, or the colorful one?

Guard: ? ? ?

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Rong Qing knew from a young age that she was different, that she was too hostile, and that she always wanted to get close.

Until she met Tang Jin holding a small whisk, pressing the ghost on the ground with a hammer, and the ghost fled everywhere, she still remembered that the sea of ​​suffering is endless.

Later, Rong Qing touched the other party’s small bald head, and smiled and pulled her hand: How about going through a pass today, brother?

For the sake of you being so good-looking, Xiao Nian is holding hands, softly and reservedly: Yes.

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Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. “Where are we?” “What happened?” “I thought I died!” Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room.As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. “I remember... I was stabbed...” ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. “I... I died in a plane crash,” muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor.Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last.“I got shot... I remember it vividly,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. “So how am I still here?” The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories.With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. “This... this seems familiar,” he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings.As the words “pairs, pairs, pairs” echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. “It can't be... don't tell me...” he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions.Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation.The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting.“I never expected anyone to notice me,” the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. “I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?”Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. “Eh... Ethan Rivers,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia.“Greetings, lost souls,” Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. “I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life.”As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, “This it bad, really bad.”