Transmigrated Into the World of Magic and Swords - Chapter 148: Third Floor

——If the whole world speaks ill of you, I'll whisper sweet nothings to you from a past life........Although the man in front of her made himself appear exceptionally ugly, it didn't matter because she urgently needed a loveless marriage.Who would have thought that after the marriage, she would discover that her husband seemed to be somewhat 'inconsistent'?Is it still possible to return him now?Li Yanan, an illegitimate son from the Li Family with no real power, is the laughingstock of the entire upper-class circle.His unkempt and outdated appearance makes socialites avoid him as if they're afraid of attracting a toad!A toad? Ha!.......“The picture doesn't match the product, I want a return!”Staring at the breathtakingly handsome face in front of her, Lin Zhenxin couldn't help but wail........[Baby's Diary: My Home]My mom's cooking is really bad.Last night, Dad finally couldn't help but complain, “Even Oscar wouldn't eat the food you make”!Oscar is our dog.Mom got really mad and asked, “If it's so bad, how come you ate it all?”I said, “Because Dad is even worse than a dog!”Um~~ Can someone tell me what the domestic abuse hotline number is?.......★The first part of You Are My Sunshine seriesWhen you smile, the clouds fade and the wind calms, while my heart is in chaos.It's that time of year to start a new journey, um~ the synopsis is still not great, everyone is welcome to dive in!

It was only after Su Yayan's death that she realized that she was a malicious cannon fodder female character who became a scapegoat in a Mary Sue story.

This is a brand new story.

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.