Skin White As Snow

“That’s a jinx and must be rid of. It’s that or you and your family get out of here.” 
Su Xiaolu was transmigrated into this world as a newborn, and the instant she opened her eyes, she was deemed a burden and a jinx by a venomous grandmother-in-law. 
Her father, Su Sanlang, gritted his teeth and said, “Alright then, you can separate us from the family and we’ll leave.” 
For the sake of keeping her alive, they were forced to leave the main family and start a new life elsewhere. They ventured into a new profession, went hunting, and their lives gradually improved. 
Despite being called a jinx, she became the apprentice of a divine physician at the age of three, inherited his legacy, and became known to the world. She treated her brothers’ brain disease and her eldest brother became a profound martial artist while her second brother became a scholar. They all brought glory to their family. 
Now a divine physician herself and well-versed in nutritious recipes, she owned the largest restaurant in the Zhou Dynasty and earned so much money that she couldn’t possibly finish spending them in ten lives. 
Her family grew more prosperous and their horrible relatives showed up, trying to ride their coattails. 
Su Xiaolu smirked. “Close the gates and release the tiger!”

Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

The demon who had killed several women was finally dead.

Sun Xiaoyong's head rolled a few times on the ground. Under everyone's gaze, his fox face began to change and slowly returned to its human form.

Everyone was shocked and did not know what to say.

Madam Li spat coldly at that familiar face.

Madam Li spat on Sun Xiaoyong's head. Everyone fell silent for a few seconds before applauding Madam Li again, praising her for spitting well.

Jiang Zhengjun immediately instructed his subordinates to prepare diesel to burn Sun Xiaoyong's corpse in public.

The firewood was set up, and oil was poured on it. As soon as it was lit, the raging fire started.

Many commoners still had uncertainties in their hearts. They felt that Sun Xiaoyong's corpse might change. Even if he lost his head, he might still stand up and leave. However, in the end, nothing happened even when the flames gradually extinguished.

The Sixteenth Year