My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire！ - Chapter 304 - A Hug

Kanda Kyoichi transmigrated to Konoha and became a temporary instructor at the Ninja Academy. Fortunately, he awakened the Mentor System.By teaching others, he could earn rewards.Thus began Kyoichi’s career as a “teacher” in the ninja world.Shisui: “Sensei’s unique interpretation of the Will of Fire has given the Uchiha Clan a true sense of direction!”Asuma: “The essence of the jade lies in protecting the people, with the advanced leading the way for the less experienced. Only then can Konoha become stronger!”Kakashi: “He’s my life mentor. He transformed Konoha!”...Years later, in the memoirs of Kyoichi, now the Hokage, he wrote:“I honestly just wanted to be a life mentor!”

As soon as I opened my eyes, I had a thrilling caesarean section.

Looking at the younger brothers and younger sisters waiting to be fed in their arms, the skinny second and third younger sisters, and the weak and delicate mother.

Hua Jiujiu decides to stay away from his best relatives and make a fortune.

After breaking off relatives and going out, everyone in the village said:

If there is no food at home, they will starve to death.

Oh, there are several acres of grain in the space, waiting for her to cut.

If the family has no money, they will not be able to survive.

Oh, with one-handed medical skills, the flesh and bones of the living dead, for a place of treatment, the princes and nobles all robbed their heads.

If there is no man in the family, they will be bullied.

Oh, uh, this…

Hua Jiujiu ran to the back hill to break the thatched hut, cornering a certain man.

“Man, marry me!”

I thought I could live a peaceful and beautiful life in the country.

But I didn’t think that one day, this man transformed into a mighty God of War prince who shook the world.

Hua Jiujiu shivered and hid in the corner.

The man pulled her into his arms, his eyes full of pampering.

“Lady, how do you want my husband to serve you at night?”

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