MTL - When an Angst Writer Meets a Doting Writer - Chapter 17 Festival

(A/N: If a ruthless MC is not your cup of tea, don't read this.)Heat Wave, Torrential Rain, Severe Cold, Tsunami, Flood, and Alien Beasts swept the world in a series of natural disasters, almost wiping out mankind.Lu Nanzhi regressed two years to the past and found out that the settings of the natural disasters was similar to the mobile game app she played before regression.And it was in the beta testing phase.Ding—[Beta Game Test is over.][Data is being reset.][Player is starting over.][Please claim the Beta Test Rewards.]Equip with the Beta Test Rewards, Lu Nanzhi was determine to survive in this life and started stockpiling like crazy!

Once she crossed through, she actually became the disfavored third WangFei?

wake up.

Luo Qingzhou became a little bastard of the Luo family in the Chengguo Mansion of the Great Yan Empire.

In order to help the second son of the Luo family regret his marriage, Luo Qingzhou was forced to marry into a married woman and married a foolish bride who was said to be unable to speak or laugh.

It wasn’t until after worshiping heaven and earth and after the wedding night in the bridal chamber that he suddenly realized:

“My wife, something is wrong!”

Not only is there something wrong with the lady, even the two little maids beside the lady and the rest of the Qin family are all wrong!

The big maid is sweet, charming and seductive, with a voice like a lark;

The little maid was as cold as ice and snow with a murderous aura, her throat was sealed as soon as she drew her sword.

My sister-in-law is talented, and she is as delicate and beautiful as Lin Daiyu.

The little cousin is arrogant and domineering, and the whip is fatal.

The father-in-law has a serious face, but secretly speaks dirty words.

The mother-in-law is as beautiful as a flower, and she loves to roll her eyes at the top of her head.

The second elder brother devoted himself to practicing martial arts and said that he wanted to honor his ancestors.

As for Luo Qingzhou, he just wanted to be a son-in-law honestly, and then sneak around and be invincible…

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