Little Prodigal Alliance Head (and Cook) - Chapter 419.2: Rootless Grass’s Flower

All Pete wanted was to be buried in wine grapes. Was that too much to ask?Now he's in a fantasy world, far from home, and stuck underground in the body of a smelly dwarf with fantastic facial hair. The worst part though? The swill that the dwarves are falling all over themselves to drink. Its flat, it's watery, and it has the alcohol content of a rancid coconut. Can Pete save the dwarves from their own Sour fate, or will he be forever doomed to plink his pickaxe away in hopes that he hits the mother lode. Come for the cozy fantasy, stay for the beer puns that will leave you hop-ping mad! A bubbly slice of life LitRPG with love, laughter, and a little melancholy, just like drinking a bottle of Whitbier on the beach. Has some monster fights but no real gore. No elves or harems allowed.

(This is a love story disguised with abuse!)“Mia Lowder is just a waste!”“Mia Lowder is too vicious, she framed her sister and even hit her own mother.”“A person like her should just get out of Falwood.”At a banquet, everyone surrounded Mia Lowder, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and cursed her. Suddenly, the cold and ruthless Mr. Grant appeared, protecting her in his arms,“She is my wife, damn it! Anyone who dares to touch her, try it!”Four years ago, she became crippled because of him and left Falwood in despair.Four years later, she insists on marrying him.Everyone was waiting for Benjamin Grant to abandon her again, but no one knew that Mr. Grant had set a trap for a full four years, just so she could return to his side.Soon after, he spoiled Mia Lowder to the extreme, to the point of obsession. Only then did the people of Falwood realize that Mr. Grant was unwell, and pampered his wife recklessly!

She schemed to have Brandan marry her, and the price was being overpowered! Iris Harris was overwhelmed and, for the sake of her own life, presented a divorce agreement.Who would have thought she'd be pinned against the wall in the blink of an eye?“What are you trying to do...” she asked in panic.“Do you admit it?”“Yes...”“Do you still dare to divorce?”Iris Harris, tears welling up: “I don't dare!”

Mum ran away, dad’s crippled, and I’m about to be sold to a brothel.

Qiao Xiaomai rolled up her sleeves in anger: If you’ve taken from me, regurgitate it.

If you’ve seized what’s mine, return it.

All scumbags, clear off.

A certain man finished tidying up the mess, rolled up his sleeves and pulled Qiao Xiaomai into a light laugh: “My lady, if you’re this fiery and domineering at night, your husband…”

Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, patted the spot next to her: “My dear, come warm the bed~”

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