What's wrong with this lawyer?! - Chapter 1221 - 394: Old Tang: If I say I don’t have this idea, would you believe me? (Making up for missed updates)

Xia Ruofei, a retired special warfare elite, unexpectedly discovered that the ancestral scrolls contained a small space that was independent.

There are Lingtan waters that promote plant growth in the space. There are mysterious spiritual flowers that cure all diseases. They also bring ten times the time flow rate. What is planted is a fine product, everything grows fast, and what can be cultivated is spiritual…

From then on, planting flowers, planting trees, raising animals, and licking beautiful women, Xia Ruofei opened a wonderful life.

- Description from ptwxz (translated)

[Witty and Sarcastic Prosecutor × Brooding and Poison-Tongued Diplomat]Ever since she became a prosecutor, Jiang Tong has been living her comfortable little life. But one day, everything went terribly wrong. Not only was her case dismissed in court, but she also had to deal with a new neighbor who seemed to be nothing but trouble.She was just bringing a little pup home for the night, planning to play some games and relieve her stress, when she saw a complaint letter on her boss's desk. Jiang Tong couldn't bear it any longer and kicked open the neighbor's door, furiously pointing at the man in front of her: “What exactly did I do to provoke or hurt you?”But she didn’t expect to be cornered against the wall. Bo Nan smiled, his eyes full of intensity: “Yes, you hurt me, not planning to take responsibility?”Jiang Tong slowly took out a notebook, flipped through the pages, and said, “Then tell me which number you are, let me check.”Bo Nan: “???”This story is about both parties being devoted, one-on-one, an exhilarating read with a happy ending.

Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, and surpassed all limits.

Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck here. Arrogant young masters? Heavenly tribulations? Cultivating for days on end, then getting into life or death battles?

Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here.

In which a transmigrator decides that the only winning move is not to play.