Xiao Qiye

She was a descendant of the ancient martial aristocratic family of Hua Xia. She had just transmigrated when she was plotted against. She unexpectedly fell pregnant after randomly but forcefully triggering a man.
After ten months of pregnancy, she gave birth to a little fox? And this little fox tugged at her clothes and called her mother?
Good thing the little baby fox was obedient and adorable, caring, and protective of his mother. In this chaotic mainland where good and evil are present, the mother-son duo combined forces, suppressing all others with their expert skills, making those lowly relatives who looked down on them regret.
However, one day, Baby Fox’s daddy came looking for him. Not only did he want to snatch her child, he even wanted to snatch her along!
How could such a good thing be found? Wanting to be Baby Fox’s daddy, did he ask for Baby Fox’s opinion?
A particular baby fox crossed his arms by his waist. “Want to become my dad? First, hand over your silver and then queue up behind. Mom, I think that Uncle Wang from next door is quite rich. Why don’t you become the wife of Uncle Wang instead?”


World Dominating Empress Physician

    Rong Heng's eyes were cold. His fluttering white clothes made his handsome face look even more cold and indifferent.


  " only i have the right to decide who is suitable to be my wife. it's not up to you to speak. "


  At that moment, ye Lan's expression changed. She raised her hand in anger and threw a slap at Rong Heng.


  However, before her slap could land on Rong Heng's face, di Xiaoyun's hand had already grabbed her wrist tightly.


  Ye LAN suddenly tightened her grip and a crisp sound rang out. The pain caused ye Lan's face to pale.


  The guards in the palace quickly drew their swords and surrounded di Xiaoyun and the others. All the tips of their swords were pointed at her.


  "Xiaoyun, what should we do with these people?"


  Chu Yiyi clenched her fists so tightly that they made cracking sounds. Her eyes were filled with a sinister light as she laughed coldly at the group of people who were seeking their own deaths.


Fainting from anger (1)