Unintended Cultivator - Chapter 33Book 8: : Politics (2)

One of the most successful businesswomen died from a car accident that took her life away, while she was accepting her fate a woman suddenly appeared behind her and gave her the most important choice in her life.

“ Child, do you want to be a Goddess like me or get reincarnated in a different world?” The Goddess smirked and continued.

“Now the choice is yours.”

The woman chooses to be reincarnated but when she opened her eyes she saw that she was not human but a Fox, a baby Fox to be accurate.

Let's follow her adventure to be the strongest Foxin the world.

On the night of her coming-of-age ceremony, Nan Zhi is lured into a trap by the people closest to her and falls pregnant.

Four years later, she returns with her son.

A respected and domineering man suddenly barges into her world.

“Speak! Who is the child’s father?”

An adorable child holding a water gun appears out of nowhere, shouting, “Who is this wild man? How dare he snatch Brother Jie’s goddess?!”

From then on, two small domineering brats and a manchild are added to her world.

In the middle of the night, he sneaks into her room, pressing a heated kiss onto her lips.

“Woman, do you know what’s the result of stealing my seed?”

“What?”

“From now on, you have to let me kiss and pamper you everyday.”

Erm… How was her inability to walk the next day, the result of his pampering?

Talented in Magecraft but useless in physical combat?

In this world, there exist Confucians, Daoists, Buddhists, Demons, and Arcanists.Xu Qi’an, a police academy graduate, suddenly finds himself waking up in a prison, set to be exiled to the frontier three days later…His initial goal was to protect himself in this world with no human rights and to be able to live a leisurely life as a rich man.…Many years later, Xu Qi’an looks back on the past, with long-dead enemies and friends, as well as the numerous bones he has left behind.As the Yangtze River flows eastward, the waves wash away the heroes; right and wrong, success or failure will all turn into nothing but history.However, just like the sun’s rays gleaming over the towering mountains, after each sunset, a new sun will rise.