MTL - I’m In Douluo, I Ate the Blue Silver Emperor - Chapter 151 The root of disaster planted by Tang San himself

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.

Shen Yuan, a normal human who was living his life peacefully on earth died mysteriously, only to get reincarnated into the world of cultivation with an unknown bloodline so powerful that it even surpassed his chest system....“Hmm, looks like becoming an alchemist might be good. System, purchase the Alchemy knowledge.”[Ding!][Congratulations Host, for acquiring Heaven Refining Alchemy Sutra.]...Follow to see the journey of how Shen Yuan creates the strongest harem since the Primordial times to journey the three thousand world.

After coming out of a tunnel… it was pitch dark.

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?