God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord - Chapter 222 - 223 – The Glyphquake Begins

Qin Xi crossed the prehistoric times, just in time for the first robbery of the Dragon and Han Dynasty!

In this era when the great Luo Jinxian is everywhere, he doesn’t know his own footsteps, so he chooses to live in seclusion and enjoy a leisurely life.

[Ding, welcome the new member ‘Honghuang Boss’ to join the dimensional chat skirt! 】

Wanhua Tongling: “What is the big boss in Honghuang, can you eat it?”

The unreliable god of ninja: “The new boss enters the skirt, the status of the skirt is reduced by one, and the front row asks…”

A girl who is always seventeen years old: “In the world of Honghuang, the newcomer is a super boss, get ready to hug your thighs in advance.”

Honghuang boss: “Well, I’m really not a Honghuang boss! Wait, my Jade Rabbit just caught a wild dragon girl and went into hiding for the time being.”

- Description from novelbuddy

The pessimistic and negative daughter of a concubine living in the ancient times thought – since life is so difficult, why should one invest serious effort in struggling to live?

The life of an ancient noble woman is often determined and controlled by her family. Moreover, one’s actions often implicate one’s entire family – thus, it is fairly common to see an unexpected calamity result in suffering borne by one’s whole family. Managing to live a good and successful life while retaining one’s dignity is simply too difficult to achieve.

Ah, living in the ancient times is simply too dangerous – we should all just sleep till we die.

- Description from Novelupdates

After recently taking on the job as the President of Jing Sheng Group’s assistant, she is reports to the president, that has also just taken office, for work.

“Tomorrow morning, postpone all the meetings. At 9 o’clock, follow me to the civil administration office to receive the license.”

On the first day of work, she already encountered an overbearing president that is forcing her to receive the license. Should she resist or obey?

At night, a certain someone leans on the edge of the door, saying in a light and lazy manner: “Madam, I want to turn off the lights. Are you sure you want to go to sleep wrapped like a steamed dumpling while holding a knife?”

“Either that or you can go out to sleep!”

“Impossible, this is my home!”

“During the day, you transferred the house to me. So now it’s my home!”

- Description from Novelupdates

On one spring evening when I was eight years old, I, Erica, Duke of Aurelia’s daughter, realized something.