Peasant Woman’s Decreed Life as a Wife - Chapter 693 - : Don’t Worry About Selling

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.

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[Following the boat + middle school two + funny + making up for regrets + no heroine + the most realistic world view =? ]

The book is slowly heating up, the East China Sea chapter has more original plots, and the Alabasta chapter is starting to take off!

The little Taoist Wudang was brought to the world of One Piece by a strange book. I ran into Luffy who had just set out to sea, and was invited to board the ship.

In order to change the world, Bai Ye chose to become Luffy’s deputy captain. At the time of the top battle, Bai Ye controlled the two top-level spells of the Golden Light Curse and Fenghou Qimen with Taiji sincerity.

Become the number one celestial master in the world of One Piece. Even the partners of the Straw Hats were brought to the world’s top battlefield by Bai Ye. “Nami, take a look at the weather stick I made for you, wind, rain, thunder, under your control.

“” Sauron, look at the precious sword I made for you, what level is it? ”

“Sanji, what are the six styles of the navy to learn? Do you want to learn from my Wudang Tiyunzong?”  …

The introduction is weak, please move to the text, mainly to make up for regrets.

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Lin Xiao was an orphan who strived to get stronger while living with his sickly younger brother in an unnamed small village.

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.