Qiao Qiqi

Mum ran away, dad's crippled, and I'm about to be sold to a brothel.
Qiao Xiaomai rolled up her sleeves in anger: If you've taken from me, regurgitate it.
If you've seized what's mine, return it.
All scumbags, clear off.
A certain man finished tidying up the mess, rolled up his sleeves and pulled Qiao Xiaomai into a light laugh: "My lady, if you're this fiery and domineering at night, your husband..."
Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, patted the spot next to her: "My dear, come warm the bed~"

Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Initially, Yang Wenxiao relied on elite cavalry and bombs to capture Mount Jiang. The power of the bombs was so great, it surpassed what mortals could imagine, a force akin to that of the gods.


This kind of power must be kept in the hands of the Yang Family.


If outsiders were to possess this power, the Yang Family would certainly go to any lengths to eliminate them.


Over the years, the Aristocratic Families had behaved themselves, daring not to overstep, largely because the Yang Family controlled the bombs, which the flesh and blood of mere mortals could not withstand.


The bombs were the guardian deities of the Yang Family's domain.


Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai could not help but give a wry smile of resignation. "That's something Xiaomai and I are well aware of. And Grandpa, you're giving me too much credit ..."


Because of the secret tunnel affair, she indeed harbored the thought of making bombs at one point.


Chapter 809: The Distress of Liberal Arts Students_1