Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss - Wild Malicious Consort, Good-For-Nothing Ninth Miss 122: Indentured To A Human

Five years ago, Gu Qiqi’s best friend’s boyfriend cheated on her. She helped arrest someone, but she caught her fiancé. When she left, she was dragged into the room by a mysterious person…

Five years later, Gu Qiqi married Yan Haocheng, who had some problems in city A, with twins whose father was unknown. Everyone felt that Gu Qiqi must have married Yan Haocheng by virtue of his “special ability”.

But she didn’t know that it was Yan Haocheng who didn’t want to marry her. She was afraid that he would die alone, so she gave up and married.

Other people’s impression of Yan Haocheng is: cold, scary, and without desires.

Gu Qiqi’s impression of Yan Haocheng is: shameless, shameless, humanoid teddy.

Others rely on beauty to attract men, but Gu Qiqi only needs to wink at the child to turn her man into a puppy.

- Description from Novelupdates

A cultivation technique that is regarded as rubbish, and a cultivator who is regarded as a waste by the same school, after receiving a yin and yang jade pendant, everything will be completely changed.

Ten times the training speed, Gu Fei repeatedly broke through the limits of martial arts. The iron law that had been recognized for thousands of years was broken by Gu Fei one by one!

Miracles… Gu Fei doesn’t believe in miracles. He only believes in blood and sweat. In this martial art has fallen, the true meaning of martial art has been lost in the training world of Tenglong Continent. , Fighting demons and ghosts, embrace stunning beauty, and achieve indestructible Wu Zun!

- Description from MTL

A tribulation lightning strike allowed her to be reborn with a mutated space. Parents are deceased, but not to worry, she has an agricultural expert grandfather. People bully her, but that's no problem, as she is a cultivator. The space is barren except for a single broken sapling that only consumes precious metals. The sapling indignantly asked: Others eat grass and give milk, what about you? The little immortal sapling spat and said: Here, remember to exchange it for some RMB.

I always had a question...“If an author created the world with words, but it came alive in the reader's mind, who truly owned the story–the one who built it, or the one who believed in it?”Will I finally get the answer?...A world that wasn't supposed to exist.A life that held no meaning.Why was I here?Inside a novel, inside the body of someone I wasn't supposed to be in, and... A world that made me question my existence at every step I took.What was my destiny?