The King of Hell's Genius Pampered Wife - Chapter 1043: Really Bold

Irene Pareira is a boy who sleeps to run away from reality.

Cinderella married the prince. However, she never expected that their eternal vow of love would last a mere ten years. Prince Charming had fallen head over heels for another woman and even proposed to her.‘That tr*sh!’However, day by day, Cinderella withered away, and there was nothing I could do. You see, I was just a…“Squeak!”Mouse! The smallest of mice, the lowest in the hierarchy, a humble harvest mouse.‘Fairy Godmother.I’m just a loathsome little mouse. The kind, generous Cinderella took a creature like me in.What I wish… is to see Cinderella smile once again.’I thought I had died, but now I’ve awoken, and time has reversed. I’m back to Cinderella’s childhood, when she was mistreated by her stepmother and stepsisters.“I came on a mission from the Ratzen family.”But the truth is, I’m not just an ordinary mouse, but a special mouse, part of the harvest mouse clan..?My family has been searching for me desperately?If that’s the case, Cinderella, let’s escape together before the prince, with his glass slipper, comes looking for you!#Mouse Heroine #Not an ordinary mouse but a noble mouse servant #Parenting story #Coming of age #Healing story #Mutual support

I reincarnated and became the young sect master of a sect that dominates a region.I originally thought that with my solid backing, I will not have any worries in this life. However, sudden changes occurred and the sect declined.When the last ten disciples were forced to leave, only a deaf old man and a dog named 'Haha' remained in the sect, I suddenly discovered that the buildings in the sect could be upgraded!I'll upgrade the main hall!I'll upgrade my residence!I'll even upgrade my kitchen!A super sect is currently rising inexorably like the Sun...Welcome to my sect.I only accept disciples that are geniuses. Even super experts have to pay if they want to join.There's no free lunch in the world!

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”