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Transmigrated as The Cannon Fodder Bride of The Villainess: Chapter 19: Exchanging Pouches

Elder Liu didn’t answer immediately; he just stared intently into Luo Jinxiao’s eyes, as if trying to read her entire life story. Feeling uneasy under his gaze, Luo Jinxiao quickly lowered her head, avoiding eye contact. She couldn’t shake the feeling that his gaze, as deep as an ancient well, could see through her past and present lives. Of course,…

Transmigrated as The Cannon Fodder Bride of The Villainess: Chapter 18: Restoring Spiritual Power

The punishment she received was easily completed, leaving Luo Jinxiao with plenty of free time once again. Since she couldn’t use her spiritual power, she spent her days idly cleaning the courtyard or staring at the yellow dog. As for the Qiongqi she had summoned, it only looked imposing. It spent its days sleeping in a corner, its appetite the…

Transmigrated as The Cannon Fodder Bride of The Villainess: Chapter 17: I Only Trust You

“What are you doing here?” Qu Weiyin pulled her back slightly, lowering her voice with a hint of irritation on her face. “Then what is Junior Shishu doing here?” Luo Jinxiao didn’t budge, simply turning back to ask. Qu Weiyin couldn’t pull her any further and didn’t know how to answer, leaving her so frustrated that she couldn’t speak. Qu…

Transmigrated as The Cannon Fodder Bride of The Villainess: Chapter 16: Holding Hands

Luo Jinxiao touched her hand, a deep smile on her lips. Chopping trees was truly difficult work, made even more challenging without the use of spiritual power. Luo Jinxiao held a large axe she had borrowed, striking it down on the trunk again and again. Several trees had already fallen behind her, but it was still far from the number…

Transmigrated as The Cannon Fodder Bride of The Villainess: Chapter 15: Little Sweetie

Luo Jinxiao was rendered speechless by her scolding and could only shut her mouth, muttering inwardly, Why does this Demon Lord act like she’s swallowed a firecracker every day, always getting angry at the slightest provocation? At this moment, the sword spirit reappeared, struggling to hold a book in her hands. The book, originally the size of a palm, appeared…

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