I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World - Chapter 7 Surviving Mother and Daughter_1

Everyone is not optimistic when the most renowned man in Yuncheng married the least favored miss of the Mu family.

Rumor has it that the young Miss Mu family is pathetic, weak and dainty and an easy subject to bullying.

Mu Huan nodded enthusiastically: En, I’m a bully.

The big man who was bullied by her didn’t know whether to laugh or cry: Doesn’t your conscience hurt whenever you claim this?

The once unloved Mu Huan, the moment she was a pampered wife, she became the mad devil . Since then, she was covered from fighting someone and taught when doing homework.

What evil step-mother, scum step-sister, black hearted white lotus, Mr. Bo will go all out to kill!

Being pampered and held in the palm of his hands, the conqueror of his heart, Mu Huan, was interviewed one day.

“Mrs. Bo, what is the secret to you and Mr. Bo’s everlasting love?”

“I like him the most, and he likes me best.”

- Description from Novelupdates

In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.

(Isekai, Fantasy, Non-transmigration, Unconventional, Ensemble cast, Meticulously crafted setting, Multiple identities, Light novel, Succubus)I have many masks, and each has its own story.I am the unremarkable little artist of the Church of Dawn; the strongest apprentice in the gladiator arena; the killing machine in the eyes of goblins... The holy nun beneath the sunlight is me, and so is the old gentleman on the train... I have hurried through underground tunnels in escape, and I have left behind beautiful legends on the frontier...Beneath the mask, there is an even more beautiful mask; within the lie, there often lies a hidden truth...My name is Ogre. A child raised by ogre since birth. It's a pleasure to meet you.

To rise from defeat; to revive amidst the dissipation.