Marrying Him Three Times After Transmigration - Chapter 77 - 0

Three-and-a-half-year-old little girl, also known as Ann, lived a life of scarcity and hardship in an orphanage, where even a single steamed bun could lead to beatings and scoldings from the headmaster.Just before Ann fainted from hunger, a mysterious and domineering daddy from a wealthy family descends from the heavens and took her home.President Qin sneered, “I will make them pay a thousandfold for the suffering my daughter endured.”With six doting and influential elder brothers:The Youngest Brother was responsible for beating people up.The Second Brother was responsible for saving lives.The Third Brother was responsible for fighting lawsuits.The Fourth Brother was responsible for capturing people.The Fifth Brother was responsible for providing financial support.And the Eldest Brother was responsible for salvation.With comprehensive and attentive service, are you afraid or not?The major prestigious families competed to stand up for the little prodigy: To bully Ann is to challenge the entire Qin family!Even the pet, a wise and future-seeing white goose, refused to be outdone: Protect Ann!Ann stood with hands on hips and said, “Stop arguing, line up properly, and listen to me.”The Qin family: Understood!

Heed my call! O’ Dragon of Eternal Sin, the Progressive Disaster, the Forerunner, the Land of Eternal Peace, the Flames of Soul Burning, He Who Owns The Deep Soul, the Sound of Origin, the First Cause of All Things, the Principle of Circles… o’ great Negary, your servant calls for your return!

Framed by her so-called best friend and half-sister, Su Qianxun stumbled upon a strange man when she was making her escape. A strange man so handsome it looked as if his face was carved by the Gods, but with a heart as cold as stone. A wild and fiery night ensued, and ever since then, they embarked on a journey filled with passion, lust, conspiracy and treachery.

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.