Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space - Chapter 1750 - 1744: Did Not Bring a Gift

She is a two-faced and fierce hidden ghost doctor,

Before crossing, she was despised by everyone and is widely known as a “waste”.

The contract of the ancient spirit,

The cultivation speed that rivals the gods,

She will show everyone just how blind they are.

With poisonous powder in her hand, who dares to bully her people! they are looking for death!

What Ninth grade medicine pellet? Her adorable pet eats them like a jelly bean.

He’s so capricious! He who is always coquettish at her named as the “Night Prince”, everyone thought he was cold and indifferent, but why in her eyes he was so difficult, haunting.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“I wonder when you will become my woman.”

A fine needle was pressed against his waist, she laughed

“Prince, you keep urging this devil, if this poison really goes in you, you can only be a eunuch in this life!”

- Description from Novelupdates

The aliens came with hostility.
Facing the invasion of aliens, human beings are weak like ants.
So this is the end, the real end.
But there is resistance when there is an invasion.
For some, this is not the end, it is war.
So this is war.
Real war!

- Description from Qidian

It’s a story that happened long, long ago, in a continent far, far away, about gods and mortals, sword and magic, war and peace, and of course love and hatred.

Amon was a poor miner’s son in a remote town in the kingdom of Hittite. Along with the discovery of a marvelous gem, his fate was changed. People on this land called it Gods’ Tear. But wait, what were the gods? It was said that the gods created the world. Then who created the gods?

Forced by the tantalizing fate, Amon had to struggle to find out the truth behind this world of magic and gods……

- Description from Novelupdates

The world froze.Literally froze. The chattering students, the falling cherry blossoms outside the window, even the dust motes in the air – all suspended in perfect stillness.“Oh wonderful hero,” a melodious voice echoed through the room. “Your world faces a terrible crisis, and you have been chosen to—”“No,” he said flatly.A pause. Then a shimmer of golden light coalesced into the form of a beautiful woman in flowing robes. She blinked at him. “I... what?”“I said no. I'm not interested in whatever quest or destiny you're selling. Pick someone else.”The goddess's perfect features creased in confusion. “But... but you've been chosen! The prophecy speaks of a warrior with a fierce spirit, one who—”“Lady, I don't care about your prophecy. I've got enough problems here without adding some fantasy world's issues to the mix. Now un-freeze time and leave me alone.”“You don't understand,” she pressed. “Our world is being ravaged by the Demon King's armies! Millions will die without—”