I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God - Chapter 780

Feng Xin was really tired. Twenty years ago, her girlfriend suffered a brain damage in an accident, and she woke up feeling abnormal.

She just watched the dazzling goddess in the past, and turned into a fool who likes to talk to herself, yell, and has no ability to take care of herself.

Now that Feng Xin is over forty years old, she has long become numb in the face of her often crazy wife. She should have lost Shang Congshu twenty years ago, so that she will not endure until middle age and suffer most of her life.

Waking up one night, Feng Xin returned to twenty years ago, and actually returned to the second day when Shang Congshu was mentally ill! ! !

Shang’s mother was distraught: “I know that ordinary people can’t bear this kind of accident. As long as you say a word not to be comfortable, my father and I will take them away immediately.”

The picture is exactly the same as it was 20 years ago. Feng Xin was held by Shang Congshu. The fool didn’t know what to say. …

It turned out that if she chose again, she still wanted to continue to love Shang Congshu.

Even if taking care of you who has become a lunatic makes me emaciated, sleepless every night, and tortures me so much, I still can’t stand my life without you.
Feng Xin: “Auntie, I want her.”

Content tags: urban love, special liking, heaven’s favored son, rebirth
Search keywords: Protagonist: Feng Xin (xīn), Shang Congshu ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:

- Description from novelbuddy

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.

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