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Nine-year-old Magic Doctor

China's youngest heir to the medicine throne, Leng Zhiyan, was betrayed by her sister and her soul transmigrated, attaching itself to the meek and timid Ouyang Zhiyan, who was naturally self-deprecating! Her powerful soul took residence, and inadvertently unlocked the Spatial Spiritual Device Qiankun Bracelet, gaining medical tomes and cultivation scriptures. Her seemingly useless body was rapidly healed; she cultivated medicinal herbs, bonded with Demonic Beasts, and the Demon Doctor shook the world at the age of nine! ............................................ In a world of Sages, the Demon Doctor emerged. She was frail and petite, yet her true strength was hidden deep. With silver needles dancing like falling flowers and rain, and a melody that made all beasts submit, she was the outcast abandoned by all, the waste spoken of by the populace. With a faint smile, she stirred up a storm of blood and gore! Who says children cannot fend off enemies, who says women are inferior to men? She is the Demon Doctor, and also a Witch, deciding life and death or using poison with a mere thought. Excerpt One: "Hmph, you lowlife, don't think that knowing a bit of medicine will help you secure a foothold in the Ouyang Family!" Ouyang Qin said with hands on her hips, taunting in a domineering manner! "Exactly, looking like someone people shun and dogs despise, born without a mother's care, always good at seducing men everywhere!" Another young girl said with disdain, laughing in agreement! "Swoosh! Swoosh!" A glint of cold light flashed, and two silver needles accurately pricked the lips of the two girls. Ouyang Zhiyan looked up, her delicate and smooth face blossoming with an innocent smile, "I'm sorry, dear sisters, you are so eloquent that even my precious silver needles couldn't help but want to get closer to you"… Enduring in silence and keeping a low profile does not mean weak and incompetent. One may insult her, but they must first be prepared to die! Excerpt Two: "Yanyan, come home with me!" Ouyang Jin's dark eyes were profound, speaking gently and earnestly, his chiseled face tinted with the joy of rediscovery. "Home? Any place could be my home, but the Ouyang Residence!" Zhiyan looked up, her deep black pupils cold and indifferent, giving off a sense of detachment as distant as the ends of the earth. If one has caused hurt, why bother to retain? Leng Zhiyan's most scorned things are these entangled mundane matters. Recommended finished novel: http://www.xxsy.net/info/369213.html "Mesmerizing Green Lotus" In the Mainland where experts are revered, indifferent as she was, she traveled the world with her bare hands, contracted Demonic Beasts, refined Elixirs, commanded the realm of myriad flowers, cultivating to become the Lotus Sage, overlooking all under heaven.
Melancholy guest · 298.6K Views

In the year of famine,I fed millions of ancient citizen

Ye Mumu found that the ancestral vase in her home could magically connect to the ancient times two thousand years ago. So she met an ancient young general. The general guarded the important city on the border and was surrounded by 300,000 barbarian troops. There was a severe drought, the riverbed dried up, and 200,000 people starved to death, leaving only 80,000 people. With nowhere to go, the general and the people of the city could only wait to die passively! He begged the gods for water and food, hoping that the people would survive. Ye Mumu waved her hand and approved it! She hoarded a large amount of supplies to feed the soldiers and the people. Steamed buns, steamed buns, flower rolls, and meat sandwiches... every day is different, giving the ancients a little shock of modern food. Sending military books, hoarding food to recruit soldiers, building factory arsenals... giving the ancients a little shock of modern military. When she was deceived, the inherited family business faced bankruptcy. To repay her kindness, the general gave her a lot of money, paintings, antiques, and porcelain... With antiques, she saved the family business, became the richest woman, and reached the peak of her life! The general relied on Ye Mumu to provide modern military equipment to conquer the barbarians, recover the nine states, pacify the six kingdoms, and unify the world. He promised to build a temple for her and worship her for generations. The general sent a marriage certificate: With the mountains and rivers as a witness, I look forward to meeting you when the sea is clear and the river is calm. Under the marriage certificate is a phoenix crown and bridal robe. What a good young general, so this is what you are thinking!
Babun_Swapnil · 23.9K Views

The Ten Years After My Death_Yunchi

Theory follows Ji Fanling (Jì Fán Líng ), a 17-year-old girl who dies and is reborn 10 years later. She finds herself on a unfamiliar street, where she encounters a tall and handsome man, Fu should be presented (Fù Yì Chéng), who seems to be mourning. The novel explores themes of reconstruction, unrequited love, and the complexities of relationships . Seasoned with elements of fantasy and romance, it delves into the emotional struggles of the protagonist as she navigates her new life and encounterers the enigmatic and powerfulFou should be. Key Points Reincarnation: Tiffanying dies at 17 and is reborn 10 years later. Unrequited love: Tiffanyling develops feelings for Fu should be presented, who remains distant and enigmatic. Complex relationships: The novel explores the intricate dynamics between characters, involved family members and romantic entanglements. Fantasy and romance: Theory incorporates elements of fantasy and romance, adding depth and richness to the narrative. Recommendations If you enjoy stories with recovery, unrequited love, and complex placementships, “the tenth year after my death ” might be an engaging read for you. The novel’s blend of fantasy and romance adds a unique twist to the narrative, making it stand out from other works in the same genre. Resurrection from the dead, dull Bai Yueguang x Ji Fanling, who had been widowed for ten years and had unrequited love, died at the age of seventeen. When she opened her eyes again, she was in an unfamiliar narrow street. It was raining heavily, and a Maybach was parked at the end of the street. A tall and elegant man got out of the car. He was noble and indifferent. He was wearing a black suit and holding a black umbrella, as if he was expressing condolences. His deep gaze stayed on him. Ji Fanling tilted her head and looked at him for a while, then hesitantly said: "Are you Fu Yingcheng's brother? Fu Yingcheng doesn't have a brother? Why are you staring at me?" Damn, you're a pervert. She waited for a while. The man pursed his thin lips tightly and did not speak. Raindrops fell along the umbrella ribs, covering his almost uncontrollable gaze. She walked away impatiently: "Crazy." The two passed by. But he didn't dare to call her. ——For ten years, every time he dreamed of her, she would disappear as soon as he opened his mouth. * The infamous Fu Group came back from the dead in just a few years and has skyrocketed. Fu Yingcheng, who is in charge of the company, can be called the King of Hell in the business world. He is ruthless and decisive in his actions, and he always handles official business without mercy. But there is a young girl around him recently. He took his car, swiped his card, and entered and exited his office where he did not accept outsiders at will. He even called him by his first name, speaking and speaking Fu Yingcheng. Everyone in the company speculated about their relationship, and there was a lot of private discussion. "You don't know, right? Last time, Mr. Fu persuaded her to go to the third year of high school, but she called Mr. Fu a fool." "Now, she's still going to school? How old is she? Author : Yunchi
new_comer · 19.9K Views

The Years I Was The Gambling God

The Years I Was a Gambling God During the years when I ascended to the pinnacle of gambling, I was enveloped in a world where luck intertwined seamlessly with strategy. The thrill of risk was my constant companion, and every hand dealt was an opportunity to weave a tale of fortune and fate. In those vibrant nights, the casino lights flickered like stars, each glimmer promising untold possibilities. The air was thick with the scent of anticipation and the intoxicating perfume of ambition. My every decision was calculated, and executed with precision, as I danced with the tides of chance, confident in my ability to bend them to my will. I became known not only for my remarkable skill but also for a certain charisma that drew others to me. Players regarded me with a mix of admiration and trepidation, for I was not merely a participant in the game—I was its master. The cards whispered secrets to me, and I understood the language of the dice as if they belonged to a realm where I reigned supreme. Yet, amidst the glamour and glory, this intoxicating world concealed its shadows. The very allure that elevated me to greatness also harboured treachery and deception. I found myself ensnared in a web woven by those who coveted my prowess, eager to see me fall from grace. In those years, I walked a fine line between triumph and disaster, relishing every victory while remaining ever-vigilant against the unseen perils that lurked in the shadows.
yixiao_xu · 18.2K Views
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