ColorfulAutumnWind

Xu Xiang is a doomsday survivor who survived for forty years. Before she could fulfill her dream of becoming the overlord, she died.

Opening her eyes, she returned to the fifteen years before the doomsday began. With the help of her family heirloom the dragon and phoenix ring, she hoards supplies and prepares to welcome the doomsday.

Unfortunately, she was betrayed by her own family and died the night before the doomsday begins. With hatred in her heart, she swallowed the dragon and phoenix ring and jumped off the cliff.

When she opened her eyes again, she was still alive, but arrived in a world that was plagued by endless wars and constant natural disasters. Although she's lucky enough to get another chance, she's unknowingly drawn into political turmoil where someone may be killed without knowing who the killer is.

Can she survive in this ancient world that is more dangerous and full of hidden dangers than her own? Can she find the courage to trust someone else again? After two lifetimes, can she find her own happiness?

Surviving In The Ancient Times With Limitless Supplies

When Aojie Lei'er felt something cold pass by her lips, she heard the sound of something soft falling to the ground. She slowly lowered her eyes and looked at the thing on the ground. When she saw what it was, she suddenly screamed, but all she could hear was choking and gagging sounds coming from her opened mouth.

Aojie Lei'er desperately tried to speak, but her tongue lay on the ground, covered in mud. Her mouth was already filled with blood when she realized it was her tongue that had landed on the ground.

Mu Yucheng looked coldly at Aojie Lei'er, who was kneeling on the ground and covering her mouth, coughing out a mouthful of blood while trying desperately to stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, before she could use her healing power, Mu Yucheng raised his left hand. The next second, Aojie Lei'er felt her body become numb and lose its strength, as a mysterious force grabbed her tightly.

Turned Into A Demon