The Sickly General's Wife With A Spatial Ability Is Loved By All - Chapter 153 - The Heart Ironing

Qiaosheng, you are the one who saves me, yet you are also the one who gives me hell. If we cannot grow old together, I’d rather we’ve never met before.

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New book “Quick Transmigration Crushing Strategy: My Lord, Intensely Pampering.”“Empress's Daily Face Slapping” and “Excessively Pampering the Toxic Wife: Mama Plans to Overthrow” are completed![Apocalypse female reborn into cultivation, PK transmigrated evil secondary female character]With her parents murdered, her fiancé's betrayal, and her only brother's superpower disabled, Fang Yuxin fell from being a top wealthy beauty to a miserable cannon fodder!Only after her accidental rebirth, just before the apocalypse, did she realize that her deeply hated illegitimate younger sister was actually a transmigrator!The Jade bracelet stolen in her former life was actually a Cultivator's Spirit Mansion Space!She was determined to slap the face of the transmigrated girl with a gaming upgrade system and step on the ambitious man carrying the Dimension Trading Device!Hold on! Since when did she have such a grown son?PS: A thrilling tale of crushing trash, upgrading, and raising buns, where the heroine is neither mean nor saintly.Completed works: “Apocalypse's Cunning Merchant,” “Apocalypse Foodie System,” “Noble Cunning Merchant,” “Cultivation of the Ultimate Femme Fatale.”

The war of gods left the earth no winners, but a broken world.

We were a peaceful people living in harmony with nature in the vast lands of Lyréanor, but this peace was short-lived when our people were defeated by the dark elves, an ancient people even older than this world. It is said that they arrived in Lyréanor by boat and since their arrival, chaos has been unleashed. Proud of their obscure power, derived from dark rituals, they have raised gigantic armies of monsters whose name is synonymous with terror: ‘Obscurus’.They went on the rampage, and everywhere they went the grass didn't grow back, life died and disintegrated. Seven, there were seven. The seven dark elves known as the Lords of the Apocalypse. A single gesture from them was enough to strike us all down, a single gesture from one of them was enough to decimate us in blood and terror.And as I, Foster, contemplate the macabre scene before me, the bloodied and deformed bodies of my fellow elfes beings, and as death grips my soul, a strange sign appeared before me.[Ding... Activation of the world tree system]