Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva - Chapter 182 - 13: Dreamlike Azure_3

Zhao Zhitong, who was still in kindergarten, took her parents and a family of three to cross the time-travel. As soon as she crossed, she was kicked out of the house by her cruel step-grandmother.

Looking at the only two cabbages in the family, Zhao’s father and Zhao’s mother looked sad.

Zhao Zhitong blinked a pair of Kazilan’s big eyes, and took out a bag of rice from the space with a bewildered expression…

So, the five-year-old little Mengbao took his parents to start farming, planting flowers, fruit trees, medicinal herbs, opening a shop, opening a restaurant…

The small life is beautiful, but it must be even more beautiful if there is no one who is wholeheartedly seeking her to be his wife.

- Description from novelbuddy

Genius Neurosurgeon Lǐ Xīnyuàn died while being held at the gunpoint to perform a surgery on a terrorist leader.When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into a world similar to a Webnovel he'd been forced to read by a colleague.Now you'd think Lǐ Xīnyuàn had transmigrated into that Webnovel. But did he?No! Instead he'd been transmigrated into that webnovel's spin-off/“what-if” version of the story with nothing but the superficial knowledge of the plot thanks to reading the main novel.Now tasked with the mission of avoiding plotholes, unnecessary dog-blood, death and following the storyline to ensure the male lead's ascension to the throne of Supreme Emperor, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.And why did no one tell him that his character had to be married into the Male Lead's harem??What about the Female Lead?Later:Lǐ Xīnyuàn: Why doesn't Your Highness spend the night with concubine Yang?ML: Don't want to.Lǐ Xīnyuàn: ... Why?ML: Are you pushing me away?Lǐ Xīnyuàn: QAQ

Earth Immortals are cultivated from a blessed land.

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?