MTL - Global Gaowu - Chapter 29 The warrior is really rich!

Qin Xiaoyao once crossed and became the new daughter-in-law of the Song family who had just entered the door of the broken house in Xiashui Village.

In this family, the mother-in-law is not healthy, and the sister-in-law and brother-in-law are young. The beautiful and cheap husband was injured and couldn’t even get out of the bed.

The family lived in a shabby thatched hut and ate rice soup that was so rare that no grains of rice could be seen.

And the reason why the Song family was so miserable was because of her.

Just because she, the youngest daughter of the butcher’s family, fell in love with the beautiful reading man of the Song family, and asked her father to force the marriage by debt.

But she finally got her wish and got married to Song Que, but she couldn’t bear the poverty and killed herself as a demon.

Looking at his fat body with a big waist and a round waist, Qin Xiaoshan sighed that it was really a toad that had eaten the meat of a swan.

And she’s a good coincidence, now she’s the toad~~

The heroine: A woman of the end of the world, a powerful person with powers, Yan control, and cleverness.

Male protagonist: The reborn, the black lotus with black heart and poisonous hands.

Hilarious, strong women and strong men, welcome relatives to enter the pit.

I recommend the end of the article “Nongmen Spicy Wife: Buy a Friend to Farm”, thank you for your support!

This article assumes that one penny is equal to one dollar in the 21st century, and one tael of silver is equal to one thousand cents. A pound is equal to ten taels.

- Description from novelbuddy

Bai Muchen had it all — not only was he the most renowned martial artist of the Nine Heaven continent, he even had the Five Meridians of Tianling and was engaged to Xuan Qingzhu, the beautiful daughter of his mentor. But everything falls apart when he’s set up by his fiancé and mentor during a cultivation session, and he is killed.

Reborn as a young man named Xiang Nan, the heir of a declining family, can Bai Muchen get his revenge?

In the face of absolute strength, every scheme proves futile. Yet, acquiring such strength demands substantial resources.Resources? Wealth?'Money is the last thing I care about,' – Tyler White.“Fellow Daoist, what are your superpowers again?”“I am rich.” (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ]“Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.”Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy.Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life.What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes?--------------Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned!--------------Sneak Peek:He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told.Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”