Yan Xiaomo

Before Wufu was reborn, she had no idea there was such a thing as rebirth. Only after her rebirth did she realize Heaven must have thought her previous life was too smooth, so it sent her to suffer in this ancient land where morality, decency, and the Female Precepts were held in high esteem, pitiful indeed! From being a master jade carver to having her soul transmigrate into a farm girl with a wretched background, she was bullied and humiliated. Even the bun-selling mother advised her that forbearance is gold? Bullshit! She could endure, but her other identity absolutely could not—robbers, swept away; insults to her mother, you're crippled... Wufu has a saying, for every insult and humiliation, I will repay a hundredfold. But what's with this one? He doesn't bully her; he only wants to sleep with her? And he even dares... to mount her? Well, a lord can endure, but Wufu cannot. Mount him back, life or death, a hundred years, neither owes the other anything!

Doted By The Regent King

The tree fell, and Wufu clung tightly to a thick trunk, before she even had time to catch her breath, she caught a glimpse of a streak of light and shadow rushing toward her at high speed from the corner of her eye, and she cursed inwardly at the bad omen.


Damn it, when reading about how Wu Song fought the tiger, it was described so gloriously, all lies, it must have been a tame tiger, just waiting for the Martial Hero to decide how to hit it.


Now was not the time to be distracted; the big insect charged straight at her, and, having already been shot by an arrow, its speed caused the blood to splatter directly onto Wufu's face.


Meeting one's enemy makes the blood boil, and just when the big insect had fiercely collided with the tree, the python that had been coiled around its neck had long since vanished without a trace.


Chapter 300: A Yellow Finch Arrives