COL+Dai Mo

Upon awakening, the apocalypse's metaphysics master, Nan Li, found herself as the lost Sixth Miss of the Anyang Marquis Manor

Thinking it would be a story of abuse, she never expected all five of her brothers to dote on her one after another!

Nan Li shouted, "Stop pampering me! In fact, I can do everything, from capturing ghosts, exterminating demons, divination, physiognomy, to healing and saving people. I'll lead the family to rise in power and wealth!"

Accidentally saving the Ninth Prince, who held great power in the court, Nan Li found him renowned for his cold and unfeeling demeanor. However, he became utterly addicted to pampering her and refused to take other concubines.

The scheming and malicious women were angry, shouting, "The prince lacks heirs, how can this be allowed?!"

Nan Li pointed at the line of little ghost-catching disciples and said, "I'll cure your poor eyesight!"

The Ninth Prince lifted her in his arms and said, "We have a bit of thin property that needs to be inherited, so we'll have a few more children."

Later on—

Nan Li looked at the continuous immortal mountains and the room full of treasures, her mouth twitching, "I thought you had a throne to inherit, what's going on now?!"

The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife

Yan Rui saw the cold light flickering on the wooden sword.


Fear surged in his heart. His legs and arms, though in excruciating pain, were forgotten as he no longer felt them.


Almost crying, his voice hoarse, he pleaded, "Don't kill me! Don't... I am willing to be your beast of burden, willing to be your slave..."


His father had told him that as long as he kept his life, he would still have a chance to turn things around.


But as soon as he took out his Qiankun Bag, Nanli struck twice with her sword.


No matter how much Yan Rui tried to channel his spiritual energy to defend himself, it was all in vain.


He watched in horror as his arms were severed.


"Ah—You Evil Girl..." Yan Rui rolled on the ground in pain, cursing in filthy words.


With a swift motion, she struck once more.


His head rolled off, tumbling across the ground, facing upward, frozen in a final look of shock and fear, his mouth slightly open.


Yet his soul slowly rose from his body.


Willing to Be Your Beast of Burden, Willing to Be Your Slave