Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! - Chapter 132 - 79 [Entering the Mountain at Midnight]_3

“Aiyo, this time someone’s going to die. This is going to be a big deal.”

She had transmigrated, and her architectural style had transcended into that of a village girl. How could she be so ungrounded?!

When she opened her eyes, she saw a group of people beating her up.

Mama, who can tell her what’s going on?

That patched up but handsome shy man actually liked her?

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Once Jiang Hongping was reborn, she immediately gave up her marriage with Qi Heng to her cousin Jiang Shuangling. She married Qi Heng in her last life, but she was driven back within a few days. The second marriage could only be to marry a poor and lame man. To be a stepmother.
The other party’s oil bottle son is the devil! ! !
Jiang Shuangling travels back to the 1970s, what? Let her marry, after weighing the pros and cons, it is better to marry than to stay under the uncle’s house and marry with a younger brother.
Seeing each other for the first time, Jiang Shuangling was shocked.
A handsome young man of twenty-three.
Just to this face, this figure, she can!
Isn’t it just to be a stepmother, go up! ! !
The first meeting of the reorganized family:
Jiang Shuangling, a 29-year-old urban white-collar worker, glanced at the faces of her cheap brother, cheap son, and cheap husband, thinking:
All here are my brothers.
The cheap brother took her hand cautiously and called her affectionately: Sister
The cheap son opened his mouth and hesitated.
Jiang Shuangling said calmly: You can also call me Ajie.
The man next to him darkened: he called you sister, what did you call me? dad?
Jiang Shuangling spread her hands: It’s not impossible.

This article is the heroine who can make her life very cool anytime and anywhere, and the warm little sweet text of daily chicken flying and dog jumping.
Jiang Shuangling x Qi Heng (heng)

Content tags: Travel through time and space Farming text Sweet text Chronological text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Jiang Shuangling ┃ Supporting role: Qi Heng ┃ Others: Chronicle
One-sentence introduction: Everyone here is my younger brother.
Purpose: to manage the trivial things in the daily family well, and to live optimistically and positively in the era of struggle.

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The mentally disabled 13 year old daughter of the Ye family, one day re-births! She rules over the Omnipotent God’s Cauldron, she possesses a spirit cultivation space. She’s no longer the good-for-nothing, abandoned girl who everyone bullies whenever they see her! With her incomparable poisons, even miracle doctors have to move to the side.

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.