My House of Horrors - Chapter 12

[Sweet doting + double cleanliness + love after marriage + no terrible in-laws] [Warm farming + cute baby + alternate world + space]

Delicate, soft, easily blushing little food blogger Luoge accidentally found herself transmigrated to ancient times. As a poor commoner in this unfamiliar era, every step was difficult.

In order to survive properly in this time period, she found herself a cheap husband.

Her original intention was just to stay alive, but she never expected to reap an unexpected joy.

Who wouldn’t want such an attentive and doting loyal dog of a husband! He’s really hard to resist!

Gu Jinchen’s daily worries: His wife is delicate and adorable, excellent at managing the household and kitchen, and very capable at earning money. What should he do?

Song Woo-Moon is the son of a simple inn owner in the countryside.

His body is weak since childhood, and one day, a landscape painting received as a gift from an old Daoist causes his mind to become weak as well.

For years, he is teased as being the village fool, and he grows up as nothing more than a pathetic burden to his parents.

The day he turns twenty, however, his life changes!

Something awakens within him—the supreme martial arts within the landscape painting!

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For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man.Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind?Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake.Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era.And the madness.