Everyday, Boss Is Pretending To Be Weak - Chapter 32.1 - Supernatural Tournament (1)

Yan Hongyin saved a man.Although he was kind-hearted, he was frail and often coughed up blood.But Yan Hongyin didn’t mind.She lacked nothing – status, martial arts, or wealth.All she required of her husband was that he be good-looking, harmless, and not one of those martial artists that cause trouble on weekdays.He didn’t need to study hard for the imperial examinations or become a high-ranking official; she’d seen enough of those stuffy civil officials in the court.Ah Yu was perfect just as he was.****Sect Leader Yu was saved by a gentle and delicate pharmacist.His rescuer was a fascinating woman: beautiful, skilled in medicine, but without martial arts prowess. The renowned heroes admired by ordinary people were, in her eyes, nothing but troublemaking hypocrites and villains.Initially, he stayed only to recover from his injuries, but later he discovered that his wife seemed to have many unusual and numerous little secrets. For example, the hidden passages in their room, the poisonous carp in the pond, and the countless hidden weapons on her person…****Later.Two groups of men in black arrived outside the thatched hut in the suburbs of the capital.Commander Yan, observing the group trying to capture the Loucha Sect leader’s weakness, pondered for a moment, then put away her hidden blade.-Maintain a gentle and virtuous demeanor.Sect Leader Yu, watching the group attempting to seize the Jinyiwei commander’s weakness, fell silent for a moment, clutching his chest and coughing.-Appear frail and refined.

Tóng Yáo woke up and found herself in an unfortunate situation.

Not only did she transmigrate into a fantasy-romance novel that had been dropped by the author, she transmigrated into cannon fodder that was fighting against the protagonist for a man!

In order to keep living, Tóng Yáo immediately reached forward to grab the protagonist’s thigh.

“Mistress, I was wrong!”

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After being betrayed and dying in the hands of her former family and friends, in the guise of a seemingly unprecedented accident, Ling Yu, the Apocalyptic Queen, found herself regressed back to thirteen years ago in the past.Returning to her life when she was still 18 years old, the first thing Ling Yu did was sever the relationship with her so-called family and run to the countryside, to which they thought she had given up. Much less to say, Ling Yu returned full-fledged and started to do bizarre things, which made them think she had finally gone crazy.However, to their misfortune, who was Ling Yu?The former Apocalyptic Queen!Even a queen has her own hardships, doesn't she?Ling Yu went through all of those once; she didn’t want to suffer a second time.The thing they called Apocalypse, Natural Disaster, or whatnot, Ling Yu knew that things were deeper than that.With doors to another world appearing in this realm, monsters pouring out, power entities from another world intervening in this world, and humans gaining special abilities, nothing was able to stop the world from being destroyed.However, along with the system’s help, Ling Yu was determined to survive this time; thus, she started on the epic journey to find her family, as well as people who would join hands together to stop the end of the world.A/N: The story might not have any romance elements, or I may add them in the future, so it'll become a slow-burn love story. Readers who are interested in fantasy elements are free to explore the story!

He was reborn into a magical world ruled by women.With his saintly silver hair, a white flower blooming in his right eye, and flawlessly ethereal beauty, he was a vision of divine grace. Yet, fate was cruel: he found himself on the auction block, destined to become a noble’s slave.Rescued by a mysterious female lord, he thought his life would settle into quiet obscurity, until he discovered a shocking truth: the current Pope was none other than his mother.Thrust into the role of the Holy Son of the Church, he soon realized his path was not one of light, but an endless descent into darkness.